Marriage in Death

	In the underworld again
	I don’t know what happened
	I thought I built a shelter of my own
	Underground once more
	J’entends sonner le glas
	And the mourning of a mother
	Roaming again in this corridor
	Driven by these subterranean winds
	That have cursed my way once
	But all by myself this time, why?
	And my horse is now winged and all white
	But the same dried tears, and desolate ground
	Will Spring finally come back?
	Life will recover
	And a new wind will rise
	Spreading seeds of wheat
	All over the Earth
	And gold will multiply
	Brighter and lighter
	Together we’ll allow life to grow
	A promise of harvest even if a late one
	I won’t bend under the weight of snow on my wings
	Nor fear the winds entering my bones, and hardening my blood
	I’ll climb this waterfall backwards
	However long it will take
	A promise of harvest, a late one
	But my heart will be in it
	Finally my heart will make up its pulses
	The sun will recover its power
	Over the cycle of life
	Brighter and lighter,
	I will walk solemnly in your steps
	And join you at the end of the road
	For our marriage in death
	Then spring will return once more, even if I don’t
	It’s of little import,
	As long as we are given back to ourselves
	And spread the grains

	In the underworld again
	I don' t know what happened
	I thought I built a shelter of my own
	Underground once more
	J' entends sonner le glas
	And the mourning of a mother
	Roaming again in this corridor
	Driven by these subterranean winds
	That have cursed my way once
	But all by myself this time, why?
	And my horse is now winged and all white
	But the same dried tears, and desolate ground
	Will Spring finally come back?
	Life will recover
	And a new wind will rise
	Spreading seeds of wheat
	All over the Earth
	And gold will multiply
	Brighter and lighter
	Together we' ll allow life to grow
	A promise of harvest even if a late one
	I won' t bend under the weight of snow on my wings
	Nor fear the winds entering my bones, and hardening my blood
	I' ll climb this waterfall backwards
	However long it will take
	A promise of harvest, a late one
	But my heart will be in it
	Finally my heart will make up its pulses
	The sun will recover its power
	Over the cycle of life
	Brighter and lighter,
	I will walk solemnly in your steps
	And join you at the end of the road
	For our marriage in death
	Then spring will return once more, even if I don' t
	It' s of little import,
	As long as we are given back to ourselves
	And spread the grains