Exaltation Paroles

I must be ashes
They strike their violins darker
As the final blackness nears

I entrust these words to you
My hope will bleed into these lines
To form a silent song
To linger through the ages
To form a silent song
To linger through the ages

To be sung by the living
To preserve, to praise, to mend
The fragments of dignity

Faced with the deep of deeps
My spirit shines undaunted

Spielt süßer den Tod, Play death more sweetly,
Scrape darker your strings
We shovel a grave in the air
There you won't lie too cramped