Transfiguration Songtext

von Sopor Aeternus

Nothing in this world can be as unsullied and pure
As the love of us Cold Ones for the dead.
Our "love" lives only in those fleeting moments... -of recollection;
Memories we're fearing to forget.
Our "Love" knows neither kiss nor touch,
We are embracing dust, air or ourselves
When visualizing what we've lost.
Awoken by a sound or scent,
Some vision call sad phantoms..., fleeting.
Wrapped in fading colours... -our lament.
And there is the all-devouring dread:
"some day I might not bring him back (anymore),
When my conscious mind decides to lose the contours of his face".
Lost forever, lone and sad, gone forever to the dead...-
Far beyond the barriers of the opposite space.
Yet, alas, despite it all...,
Walking through these deserted halls...
It's easy, still, to love the dead...-
It's easier to love the dead.