作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
Kiss the corpse
The blessed sigh
Enter the garden of the night
Shed a tear,suspended in fear
Every soul is starving here

The silence of the graves is not silent at all
Millions of the dead
-are crying in their graves
But no-one can hear them
No-one ever hears
No-one can hear them
Except for the dead themselves
We can't die
No we can't die
It doesn't even matter if we try
We fear/hate the living
We shun the light
Our beloved tombs keep us sheltered inside

Sleep
Sleep is the brother of death
So lie down beside this skeleton
In the coldness of the grave
Let the embrace of his dead arms
Keep you all save and sound
Buried in slumber
Silently
Forever beneath the ground
Stalk "The night"
If that's your wish
With your foolish garlic-chain and crucifix
Yet, if you find our graves
We won't be there
There are thousands of places left for our despair
And every night
It's the same again
"The feast of Blood is about to begin!"
We are wretched    pathetic
The flickering souls
But staging our pain is all part of the whole
And when all lights are fading
Leaving but a fleeting glow
Then after far too many years
It's time for us to go

Kiss the corpse
The blessed sigh
Walk in the garden of the night
Shed a tear, suspended in fear
Cause every soul is starving here
Hold the carcass, sweetest lie
Bury the body you chose to deny
Shed a tear
Suspended in fear
Every soul is starving here