I should not
Proclaim such mysteries
Death's cold breath
Is still in my lungs
For I've just returned
From desolate lands
Where the mourning
Of endless days is heard
Midnight, when fear
Awakes in our souls
When the dead
Open their swollen lips
Murmuring mysteries
And dreaming
What no man ever dreamed
Or dared to (dream)
I should not
Proclaim such mysteries
Death's cold breath
Is still in my lungs
These sorrowful wastelands
These landscapes so sad
In my soul
Forever after shall be
