We should have shown reverence
While hanging our heads in shame
Our fortress casts its shadow across the barren land
All light is drowning in its blackness
Nothing prevails, but darkness

Crippled cranes ascend into the burning firmament
Dying stars sink into the poisoned marsh
The wounded stag runs for the fallen woods
And the scars of the land bleed black blood
Onto my hands

All attempts to plant seeds are in vain
The seedlings wont come up in dead soil
There is nothing left for me
This whole world is my sepulchre