What grief and obscurity surround my soul like an autumn night on a barren earth? Insignificant to suffer here The struggle eternal and futile No heaven I desire nor the night of inferno Never indulge a wench in my arms Away from the sense of despair All in all the soundless void (Hearken now what I beg) Build a house of the underworld my dwelling in earth to hide Dig my grave near the guarding elms and cover it with black gems Then forever leave my court In peace I want to rest A hill shall never mount on my grave but the earth turns under the meadow None shall know my resting chamber under the frosted elmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
