Murmura, the whisper of the dead. Speak to me, speak of me, progenitor, I conjured you to tell me secrets of the other side.
Will I endure what I'm about to learn? Or will I suffer under what lies beneath? Horrors or beauty, so close together.
The cycle.
But what ends with life? And what begins with death? Anima mortis, anima historii.
I can see, I can see, see what they have done.
I can see, see what has been done.
Murmura, the whisper of the dead. Speak to me, speak of me, progenitor, I conjured you to tell me secrets of the other side.
Will I endure what I'm about to learn? Or will I suffer under what lies beneath? Horrors or beauty, so close together.
The cycle.
But what ends with life? And what begins with death? Anima mortis, anima historii.
I can see, I can see, see what they have done.
I can see, see what has been done.
Murmura, the whisper of the dead. Speak to me, speak of me, progenitor, I conjured you to tell me secrets of the other side.