Sleep and Death - Erben Der Schöpfung

Sleep and Death, the dark eagles

Roaring for nights on end around our heads.

The countenance of our white tombs

Stares at us

The countenance of our white tombs

All the time

Sleep and Death, the dark eagles

Roaring for nights on end around our heads.

While we are walking under dark arcades

And the shadows of dead angels play beside.

Silently the winds decay

On the lonesome hill

The bleak walls

Of the autumnal grove

The countenance of our white tombs

Stares at us

The countenance of our white tombs

All the time

Sleep and Death, the dark eagles

Roaring for nights on end around our heads.

While we are walking under dark arcades

And the shadows of dead angels play beside.