Lyrics of Funerailles - Dark Sanctuary

Funerailles (original)

Le froid envahit sa pauvre ўme,
Quand sa tombe se referme sur lui,
La sculpture aux regards infўmes,
Ferme les yeux, saluant minuit.
Aujourd’hui est mort le paradis,
Dans ce cimetire triste et si brumeux,
Sous le pўle visage de Marie,
En (c)coutant ce chant mis (c)ricordieux.
Coldness overcomes his poor soul
When his tomb shuts on him
The sculpture with vile glance
Close its eyes, greeting midnight
Today Paradise died
In that sad and misty graveyard
Under the pale face of Marie
Listening to that merciful hymn.

(translation)

The cold invades his poor soul,
When his grave closes in on him,
The sculpture with infamous looks,
Close your eyes, greeting midnight.
Today is dead paradise,
In this sad and misty graveyard,
Beneath Mary's pale face,
By (c)listening to this put (c)ricorious song.
Coldness overcomes his poor soul
When his tomb shuts on him
The sculpture with vile glance
Close his eyes, greeting midnight
Today Paradise died
In that sad and misty graveyard
Under the pale face of Marie
Listening to that merciful hymn.