The eternal sadness of an angel on earth Huge fountains of tears flowing eternally The black eyes of this being staring at the piece of stone Fallen from a sculpture in the night
Hell has softly touched the ground But of Death he is so tired That even Paradise makes him sad Am I to die for that frozen empire ?
Roses cover the tomb That shall be trodden by the melancholic angel His hand still on the cradle Of its sad idyllic sculpture.
[Translated from french by Pandora]
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