Campana Funebris (Somno Solvitur)

[The words for this song is seem to be typical, and like using old cliches, but I tried to use these "banalities" from a different aspect.The atmosphere of the song paints a dark and mesmerizing vision of a self-funeral. As people marching in the cemetery... Marching with the coffin... Marching to the open tomb...]

Disfigured crowds by anguish and emptiness

Standing around a mourning-embraced, wet, sable coffin:

And crying together with the sombre sky.

I hear their loud cries:

Trying to make me feel embittered

(without knowing it)

I want to sleep

I hear the desperate and conclusive words of the priest:

They bother me...

Rest.

I feel the cold Slumber's sigh

As I dive into my abyssmal Dream

At last I hear the pulsating sound

Of the old, eroded Deathbells:

Campana Funebris

Somno Solvitur

...awake...

Land so soaked

Full of mud and flowers

A steaming sculpture in the rain

Unknown, new feelings in the Aenima

Stranger to a World Foreign