Aussi Belle que la Mort est Aussi Belle Que la nuit
The Cold And Thick
Morning Mist
Erase Softly The Villages and the forests
And the forests
A Feeling Of Existence Admist this gray void
The sunlight rises on the crest
Seeming like the weak light of a candle
The pale hues of the clouds
The wind sets in slowly,
Erasing this friend that makes eveything,
Better, Better.
When Twilight Comes,
Our friend come back to erase, Everything...
Everything.
The pale hues of the clouds
Everything
The wind sets in slowly,
Erasing this friend that makes eveything,
Better, Better.
When Twilight Comes,
Our friend come back to erase, Everything...
Everything.
Aussi Belle que la Mort est Aussi Belle Que la nuit
Like Death Shy and Silent, inviting himself into the Night
Bringing a bit or romance
In this Faceless... Scenery
Swaying in the wind, The Trees dance.
The night the night, is gorgeous as Death, Gorgeous as Death...
The trees dance
The night the night, is gorgeous as Death, Gorgeous as Death...
The Moon Shine, The Earth Fall Asleep...