The Dreadful Mirror - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows

White as snow lie my lover’s bones

in the soft, velvet soil of the vault,

And I, his bride, sleep by his side,

To celebrate our sacred love.

At times it seems that I’m existing only

within some fading memory,

But dreams are all sacred, dreams are all holy … -

And, by far, still the safest place for my poor soul to be.

Do not speak of the terrible place

that guided your war-horse and your living stake !

We are dancing in circles with the dear living dead,

We are blessed with the corpses that coil 'round our necks.

Please, don’t speak of that terrible place,

That once guided your war-horse and your living stake !

We are taking a walk with our dear walking dead,

Feeling blessed with the corpses that feed on our necks.

I caught a glimpse of myself on the other sphere

and for a fleeting moment I forgot the tears.

Dreams are precious … and — OH — so is sleep,

This, my safest, yet … by far … the most fragile of all retreats.

Do not speak of the terrible place

that guided your war-horse and your living stake !

We are dancing in circles with the dear living dead.

We are blessed with the corpses that coil 'round our necks.

Please, don’t speak of that terrible place

that once guided your war-horse and your living stake !

We are taking a walk with our dear walking dead,

Feeling blessed with the corpses that feed on our necks …