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Funerailles

	作曲 : Arkdae, Hylgaryss
	Le froid envahit sa pauvre âme,
	Quand sa tombe se referme sur lui,
	La sculpture aux regards infâmes,
	Ferme les yeux, saluant minuit.
	Aujourd'hui est mort le paradis,
	Dans ce cimetière triste et si brumeux,
	Sous le pâle visage de
	Coldness overcomes his poor soul
	When his tomb shuts on him
	The sculpture with vile glance
	Close its eyes, greeting midnight
	Today Paradise died
	In that sad and misty graveyard
	Under the pale face of
	Marie Listening to that merciful hymn.. [Translated from french by Pandora]

	zuò qǔ : Arkdae, Hylgaryss
	Le froid envahit sa pauvre me,
	Quand sa tombe se referme sur lui,
	La sculpture aux regards inf mes,
	Ferme les yeux, saluant minuit.
	Aujourd' hui est mort le paradis,
	Dans ce cimetiè re triste et si brumeux,
	Sous le p le visage de
	Coldness overcomes his poor soul
	When his tomb shuts on him
	The sculpture with vile glance
	Close its eyes, greeting midnight
	Today Paradise died
	In that sad and misty graveyard
	Under the pale face of
	Marie Listening to that merciful hymn.. Translated from french by Pandora