When daylight dies, I awaken,
come, join me, in to the night...

Forgotten, sad
lost in the past.
Darkness binds,
these dead times:
unholy loneliness,
unseen pestilence.
Bring back the times
before times.

The living times,
the unherad cries,
under the lies,
of these dead times.

Amber screams
from the soil,
uncheerful emptiness.
and the melancholy,
oh, the sorrow,
it yearns for
embrace of trees,
and daylight.

Nature speaks
to the one,
god with his
only eye,
And to me,
the servant,
of timeless nihil.

Mirrored from the night,
these ears will never hear.