Transfiguration - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows

And then there is the all-devouring dread:

«some day I might not bring him back …, when my feeble mind can’t help but

lose the contours of his face».

Lost forever, lone and sad, gone forever to the dead …- so far beyond the

barriers of the opposite space.

Yet, alas, despite it all …

walking through these deserted halls …

It’s easy … still … to love the dead…-

It’s easier to love the dead.