Texty: Anathema. The Crestfallen. They Die.

All tears, restrained for years
Their grief is confined
Which destroys my mind

An ode to their plight is this dirge
Some yearn for lugubrious silence
Serenity in the image of the coffin

Shall I renew these bodies of a truth?
All death will he annul, all tears assuage
Fill the void veins of life again with youth
And wash with an immortal water, age

They die
They die
They die
[Incomprehensible] die

An ode to their plight is this dirge
[Incomprehensible]