An empty heart, Makes it steps through withered forests in the breath of plague In this night there is a silence, the biting into hard grounds Faded dreams in the splendor of dying light Accompanied by the wind requiem Here I walk like a specter, alone and desolated Is man an error of God or God a mistake of man? I stand outside of life on the edge of my abyss In fever I carry the burden of life with tumbling senses This will be my last look at this World, frozen graves above white sheets But no one is going to write my name on stone panels I do a step into the forgotten I know that the time has come for me The leaves have finally fall, and the farewell tears have dried I walk from the ranks of the living, Through my own grave in the eternal night I climb into the blackness of my thoughts It will take me to the malicious sleep I dig deeper and deeper, to receive the kiss of the reaper What's going on in a man, that shovels his own grave And searching for hope? My body is laying to rest And roots writhe in fitful slumber This place sighs in the solemnity of this abandonment With me, our contempt is sinking The earth stirs, worms awake To devour all the sick, what live creates I breathe earth – I see my beginning I breathe earth – I see my end I breathe earth – buried and forgotten