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!