After The Sepulture

Nothing ever stopsEverything starts againThe end and the beginningAre eternal loversPrisoners of or bodiesFrom the cot to the graveImpotent puppetsWe aspire to the lightThe sun will turn in blackYou will see the dark...After the sepulchreGrams of their brother's criesSpirit lastly free oneselfLike raise the incense smokeAnd the funeral orationsHere time is unrealHours and minutes are meaninglessHere eternity has a nameRemorse and penitenceThe sun will turn in blackYou will see the dark...After the sepulchreLife is just an illusionGoing round and round