[Poetry : Arnault de Stael]
[Music : Romarik d'Arvycendres]
The frozen crypt is silent ...
As only a grave can be
Endless I live in vain
Roused from my funeral sleep
My untbriven vault is wide
Under the cold winterly sky
Drawn from the eternal dream
I already learn for death
Another wine flushes my veins
And drives me out my grave
My swaddling clothes are of black silk
And my cradle is made of stone
The gothic cemetery crypt
Kisses the scarlet lips of life
From thence I came hither again