| Song | Till We Meet Again |
| Artist | Samael |
| Album | Ceremony of Opposites |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| To those whom I miss, | |
| And to those would miss me | |
| Life is short, but long in the living | |
| Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future | |
| Seeking an outlet, a path, in vain | |
| There where that tunnel so familiar | |
| And that wall banishing the light | |
| Stifling forever the hope of a better day | |
| Curs be she who gave me birth | |
| Prisoner of life, I await my deliverance | |
| I am weary of the struggle for chimeras | |
| Of sensing the weight of time, past and future | |
| I began my descent as from that first day | |
| This night shall be mine, that of the great leap | |
| There will be a war, a key, a door | |
| Faced with the dilemma of the cord | |
| Short are the paths which lead me to the tomb | |
| Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet | |
| The phobia of the infinite is speedily replaced by darkness | |
| This profound and absolute darkness | |
| Which I have dreamed of for so long |
| To those whom I miss, | |
| And to those would miss me | |
| Life is short, but long in the living | |
| Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future | |
| Seeking an outlet, a path, in vain | |
| There where that tunnel so familiar | |
| And that wall banishing the light | |
| Stifling forever the hope of a better day | |
| Curs be she who gave me birth | |
| Prisoner of life, I await my deliverance | |
| I am weary of the struggle for chimeras | |
| Of sensing the weight of time, past and future | |
| I began my descent as from that first day | |
| This night shall be mine, that of the great leap | |
| There will be a war, a key, a door | |
| Faced with the dilemma of the cord | |
| Short are the paths which lead me to the tomb | |
| Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet | |
| The phobia of the infinite is speedily replaced by darkness | |
| This profound and absolute darkness | |
| Which I have dreamed of for so long |
| To those whom I miss, | |
| And to those would miss me | |
| Life is short, but long in the living | |
| Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future | |
| Seeking an outlet, a path, in vain | |
| There where that tunnel so familiar | |
| And that wall banishing the light | |
| Stifling forever the hope of a better day | |
| Curs be she who gave me birth | |
| Prisoner of life, I await my deliverance | |
| I am weary of the struggle for chimeras | |
| Of sensing the weight of time, past and future | |
| I began my descent as from that first day | |
| This night shall be mine, that of the great leap | |
| There will be a war, a key, a door | |
| Faced with the dilemma of the cord | |
| Short are the paths which lead me to the tomb | |
| Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet | |
| The phobia of the infinite is speedily replaced by darkness | |
| This profound and absolute darkness | |
| Which I have dreamed of for so long |