Текст песни Not Dead But Dying

Take my hand in the old 'Theatre Of Seven Hells',
a ferry that bowed its wings,
we call Her: 'Moon by Day'.
Life - a book of painful tongue that hurts our ears.
Flowers of the end, their seed shall grow.
Your breath shall be my coat,
the underworld is, oh, so cold.Sopor Aeternus - Not Dead But Dying - http://ru.motolyrics.com/sopor-aeternus/not-dead-but-dying-lyrics.html
The dead don't feel chill,
but please, hold me warm.
The aweful night has gone; what lay before...
we can't remember.
Even Morpheus has drowned in the lament
of his own weeping shadow...
Sopor Aeternus Not Dead But Dying