The fire in the sky is extinguished   Blue waters no longer cry   The dancing of trees has stopped   The stream of freshness from cold winds   Exists no Longer   The rain has stopped to drip   From the sky   Still dripping exists   From the veins of a nearly dead boy   Once there was hatred   Once there was cold   Now   There is only   A dark stone tomb   With an altar   An altar which   Serves as a bed   A bed of eternal sleep   The dreams of the human in sleep   Are dreams of relief   A gate out of hell   Into the void of death   Yet undisturbed   The human sleep   And one day   Will the grave be unlocked   And the soul   Must return to his world   But this time as   A lost forgotten sad spirit   Doomed   To haunt   Endlessly