In deep tombs of gold sleep Bodies of great men and women. While their bones rot in the ground, Their spirits fly, transcending time.
I shall die, But that's all that I'll do for death. I shall live Beyond my grave, beyond my death. I am looking for the face I had Before my previous end!
In deep tombs of gold sleep Bodies of holy men and women. Behind them an empty cross Haunted by oblivion.
In deep lassitude I sink And by my side are many people. The life is but a darkened sea, I sleep my life, I live my death.