The Young Martyr Lyrics - Penumbra

I remember 

Your heavenly face underwater 

Admiring its whiteness 

Under the moon rays 

And the life going out 

Of your magnificent wounds 

Wraps up of red your naked flesh 

On your pearly nails, the subdued light 

Gleam under water in a deep silence 

And your veins, in a complexe network 

Draw on your skin tree roots 

You who sleep for ever 

In your cold shroud 

Shall the disgrace fall on 

Your holy misfortune 

Which sentences for its crime 

Your suicided spirit 

And puts on its face 

An accusing appearance 

You, who sleep for ever 

In your cold shroud 

Shall the disgrace fall on 

Your holy misfortune 

Your dark hair, as an oil slick 

Stays on the surface, refusing to sink 

It tries to make believe of a last hope 

It dances on the waves, unlifed, unlifed