I'm awake. I see the coffin cover.
I'm alive.
I remember the pangs of dying.
It's not in my dreams.
Without effort Like a cobweb,
I draw apart the rotten shroud.

So bright the winter's light
At the entrance of the crypt
It's not a vision I see the show.

I'm screaming "help!"
but the crypt is without the door
It's time to go home. I run.
The showdrifts. The naked branches
Of the dead forest is keeping silence.

No footprints. No voices.
Like in a death kingdom.

There is no path the show is untouched
The village is sleeping.
My house is destroyed.
On the hill I recognize the church
In the cloudless expanse it stands.

No birds. No flies.
I understand - the earth is dead.
I'm looking around everywhere's
the show veit.

Why has the grave
given me back to live?
Where in space is the time lost?
Where must I go? Come back, death.
Hurry up to take the last life's burden.

And you the frozen corps
Of earth, fly
Carry my mortal remains to the eternity.
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