Testo di Funeral Chant

When I met My dark bell My eyes so blind A sign from the dead Strange shape flow Self let in Great meditation Only sense to live Get ready to death I don't want prayers My existence Doesn't belong to the priest Funeral chant - for the dead Funeral chant - for the dead Become a spirit Out of the impostures Into the silence I can pervade Funeral chant - for the dead Funeral chant - for the dead