This is the wake
Curtains closed
We have gathered here, in this white room
Let your lips form the farewells
Addressed to the one who can't hear
She is sleeping now
She is sleeping now
Someone is here
Behind these walls
Calling us to follow him
To die
Shattered under sickness was she
The most precious beauty demised now
Dressed in black, we sit by her side
Kissing her white skin against our sorrow
She is sleeping now
Just sleeping now
Someone is here
Behind these walls
Calling us to follow him
Someone is here
Fearful voice
Angel-like
Ice-cold hand
Azrael!
This is the wake
Awake!