Garden, still and cold

Leaves once green turned to gold

Wrapped in fields, eternal sky

I bid farewell, I die...



Birds of the night, sing my songs

Ocean of tears, leads so long

Solitude of my spirit, I am free

Now I am dead forever



Storms of sadness cleanse my wings

I dwell in grief after I die

The landscapes so below

I harken up, the Sunset choir

Sings from the palace of frost

The place where I shall dwell now

The palace for the lost