Funerailles - Dark Sanctuary

Le froid envahit sa pauvre ўme,

Quand sa tombe se referme sur lui,

La sculpture aux regards infўmes,

Ferme les yeux, saluant minuit.

Aujourd’hui est mort le paradis,

Dans ce cimetire triste et si brumeux,

Sous le pўle visage de Marie,

En (c)coutant ce chant mis (c)ricordieux.

Coldness overcomes his poor soul

When his tomb shuts on him

The sculpture with vile glance

Close its eyes, greeting midnight

Today Paradise died

In that sad and misty graveyard

Under the pale face of Marie

Listening to that merciful hymn.

The cold invades his poor soul,

When his grave closes in on him,

The sculpture with infamous looks,

Close your eyes, greeting midnight.

Today is dead paradise,

In this sad and misty graveyard,

Beneath Mary's pale face,

By (c)listening to this put (c)ricorious song.

Coldness overcomes his poor soul

When his tomb shuts on him

The sculpture with vile glance

Close his eyes, greeting midnight

Today Paradise died

In that sad and misty graveyard

Under the pale face of Marie

Listening to that merciful hymn.