Resurrection - Decembre Noir

Now the blood runs to a coffin bed so fresh

Each sorrow fades with the barren flesh

I desert my useless body and mourning place

Finally I’ve found the exit in life’s maze

My resurrection!

I am an old stowaway that can’t stay

With growing wings I glide away

I drift deeper into the tunnel’s white

And I touch my last remaining light

My resurrection!

Lost colours are recaptured in a funeral from my past

Everything breaks inside my blackened world of glass

Fallen is my soul’s darkness with the last grain of sand

A blue horizon is reflected for that journey’s end

Now the blood runs to a coffin bed so fresh

Each sorrow fades with the barren flesh

I desert my useless body and mourning place

Finally I’ve found the exit in life’s maze