Sanoja: Emilie Autumn. Gloomy Sunday Deluxe.

Sunday is gloomy,
my hours are slumberless,
dearest the shadows I live with are numberless...
Little white flowers will never awaken you,
not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you...

Angels have no thought of ever returning you,
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy sunday...

Gloomy sunday,
with shadows I spent it all,

my heart and I have decided to end it all...
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know,
let them not weep,
let them know that I'm glad to go...

Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you,
with the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you...
Gloomy sunday...