We travel into the world of woe   through the portal of dream descent   Of human sorrow I dreamed   a twilight garden of tomorrow   Where torment means living   in this world of dreadful dream      "Behold, all the gods have abandoned the spheres.   Can you hear the Thronerooms silence?   As all of the mighty stars have grown black,   the gods have turned their backs..."      Here rests silence   sometimes the wind brings   weak echoes from times   gone and forgotten   Tragic human voices   yet none can hear them   in this dark and desolate star   since the storms   of new pestilence      "On the shore of the dead earth   I stood with a figure of demon"      From his eyes gazed autumn,   his words like winters;      "Witness with me,   the fall of the foulest.   My farewell to mankind.   Lame is the weeping sun   as it in all fierceness   lowers behind the horizon.   This,   the last sunset on earth   tomorrows dawn   shall greet the moonlike face   ...of Hell."