Letras:
Sopor Aeternus The Sleeper

garden trees! Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress, Strange, above all, thy length of tress, And this all solemn silentness! The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep

garden trees! Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress, Strange, above all, thy length of tress, And this all solemn silentness! The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep

: Sadly masculine his naked body lies beside me, stretched out on the pale sheets of my otherwise deserted bed. I do not know how he got here. I am

: On Satur(n)days we used to sleep all motionless and still ...-While shrouded in an oppressive gloom we're handed over to the dream. A sleep so dark

sleep we can go far. It is safe to sleep alone In a place no one knows And to shelter under stones In a place water flows. It is strange to sleep alone

Every now and then it seems to me that there is greatest danger lying hidden in the depths of sleep ... Saddesty the wanderer ... who is travelling here

Sadly masculine his naked body lies beside me, stretched out on the pale sheets of my otherwise deserted bed. I do not know how he got here. I am not