Take my hand in the old 'theatre of seven hells' Take my hand in the old 'theatre of seven hells' Não morto, mas agonizante A ferry that bowed its wings A ferry that bowed its wings Tome minha mão no antigo "Teatro dos Sete Infernos" We call her: 'moon by day' We call her: 'moon by day' Um atravessador abre suas asas Life - a book of painful tongue that hurts our ears Life - a book of painful tongue that hurts our ears O chamamos de : "Lua ao dia" Flowers of the end, their seed shall grow Flowers of the end, their seed shall grow Vida - Um livro cuja dolorosa língua fere nossos ouvidos. Your breath shall be my coat Your breath shall be my coat Flores do fim, suas sementes devem crescer. The underworld is, oh, so cold The underworld is, oh, so cold Sua respiração deve ser meu calor, The dead don't feel chill The dead don't feel chill O submundo é, oh, tão frio. But please, hold me warm But please, hold me warm Os mortos não sentem frio, The aweful night has gone; what lay before.. The aweful night has gone; what lay before.. mas por favor, me abrace calorosamente. We can't remember We can't remember A terrível noite se foi; o aconteceu antes... Even morpheus has drowned in the lament Even morpheus has drowned in the lament Não podemos lembrar. Of his own weeping shadow.. Of his own weeping shadow.. Até Morfeu afogou-se no lamento