Sirenia - The Funeral March [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The embrace of a dying day stings my heart like a sharpened blade
What's this life but a serenade?
A deceitful kiss from a vile mermaid
All this time, we were broken
Words passed by, yet unspoken

Life is a tragic masquerade, a bitter serenade, a feeble parade
Life is the funeral of dreams, there is no way to redeem all we lost in this scene
Life is just a funeral march, grievance and despair at large

Falling stars and a rising moon, a scarlet tear and a silver spoon
Fading aeons and a dying love, the darkness beneath and the light above
All this time, we were broken
There's no sight, there's no token

Life is a tragic masquerade, a bitter serenade, a feeble parade
Life is the funeral of dreams, there is no way to redeem all we lost in this scene
Life is just a funeral march, grievance and despair at large

Here comes the funeral march, mourners of this life at large
Downcast souls withdrawn from the world beyond the dawn
Here comes the funeral parade, grievers of life's masquerade
Wanderers in the utter dark and their road goes ever on and on

Life is a tragic masquerade, a bitter serenade, a feeble parade
Life is the funeral of dreams, there is no way to redeem all we lost in this scene
Life is just a funeral march, grievance and despair at large