Post-Mortem Songtext
von Black Resonance

Let your singing soul take flight
singing the last quiet song
to all the tender and hearing
to all those who love
and fall out of love
to all the silent
yes, the silent
let your hands feel the strings of the heavenly lyre
and its sounds will fill your poor empty heart
let an angel embrace your shoulders whose palms are the light itself
whose warmth is the Lord himself
let, let, let
and through the quiet courtyards of your house a ray of sunshine will pass
full of forgiveness
full of forgiveness
full of forgiveness
let your singing soul take off
and let it rejoice back home