[ti:Transfiguration] [ar:Sopor Aeternus] [al:Dead Lovers' Sarabande - Face Two] [00:02.10]Transfiguration [00:04.12]Sopor Aeternus [00:06.04] [01:27.67]Nothing is in this world can be [01:30.30]as immaculate and pure [01:33.03]as the love of us Cold Ones for the dead. [01:39.76]Our love lives only in those fleeting moments of recollection ... [01:43.02]- memories we're fearing to forgot. [01:50.56] [02:17.26]Our love knows neither kiss or touch, [02:20.54]we are embracing dust, [02:23.27]air or ourselves when visualizing what we've lost. [02:29.57]Awoken by a sound or scent, [02:32.61]some visions call sad phantoms ..., [02:35.56]floating, wrapped in fading colours ...- our lament. [02:42.40] [03:08.78]And then there is the all-devouring dread: [03:14.63]"some day I might not bring him back ..., [03:20.57]when my feeble mind can't help but lose the contours of his face". [03:33.36]Lost forever, lone and sad, gone forever to the dead ... [03:44.32]- so far beyond the barriers of the opposite space. [03:56.95] [03:57.79]Yet, alas, despite it all ... [04:03.15]walking through these deserted halls ... [04:10.74]It's easy ... still ... to love the dead...- [04:18.84]It's easier to love the dead.