"The story, idea, and lyrics are the original work of Lamefroid." Copyright © 2026 Lamefroid. All rights reserved Ω Άδη, άναξ των ατελευτήτων σκιών και συ, Περσεφόνη, νύμφη της αδιαλείπτου νυκτός, άκουσον της λύρας μου της μελαγχολούσης και της φωνής μου της εν σκότει πλανωμένης. Την Ευρυδίκην, το μόνον φως της ερήμου ψυχής μου, αφήρπασε ο θάνατος εν τω άνθει της ωραιότητος· και νυν κείται εν τοις βασιλείοις σου ως άνθος μαραμένον εν αεναω λήθη. In the still dark halls where no dawn can creep Let her rise from the silence, from the dreamless sleep Ευρυδίκη!… my sorrow, my fever, my name Return to the living, or leave me the same Ιδού η λύρα μου κλαίει ως πνεύμα πλανώμενον εν τοις αβύσσοις των αιωνίων στεναγμών· έκαστος φθόγγος αυτής είναι δάκρυον παγωμένον, έκαστος στίχος μου τάφος ανοικτός. Χωρίς εκείνης ο κόσμος ο άνω είναι κενός τάφος, και ο ουρανός αυτός ουδέν πλην μαύρου πέπλου. Δος μοι αυτήν, ω δέσποτα των σκιών, ή κράτησον καμέ εν τω αυτώ σκότει εις τους αιώνας. In the still dark halls where no dawn can creep Let her rise from the silence, from the dreamless sleep Ευρυδίκη!… my sorrow, my fever, my name Return to the living, or leave me the same From the ashes of this broken lyre In the kingdom of perpetual fire I offer all that still remains of me My blood, my breath, my eternity Take the singer, take the song, take the flame But give Ευρυδίκη back her name I have sung of the light that was stolen too soon, Of the flower that withered beneath your pale moon. My music is nothing but grief given sound, A river of sorrow that knows no bounds. Without her the heavens are only a shroud, And the earth is a coffin, airless and proud. So keep me forever in shadow and stone— But open the gate… and let her walk home. Now the darkness itself seems to hold its breath As I stand at the edge of the river of death I will break every string, I will silence the cry I will give you my soul if she opens her eyes Just one step toward morning, one pulse of her hand And I’ll fade into nothing in your endless land In the still dark halls where no dawn can creep Let her rise from the silence, from the dreamless sleep Ευρυδίκη!… my sorrow, my fever, my name Return to the living… or bury me the same
