| Withering winds whispered no more | |
| And the air was stagnant still | |
| The rivers and lakes stood calm | |
| Nothing stirred within their silent depths | |
| Cold in the earth | |
| And a dozen cold Decembers | |
| Cold in the earth | |
| In the womb of the dready grave | |
| The sun and the moon thrown from their paths | |
| Not a single star flickered in the night | |
| Time stood still in silence | |
| Holding its breath, waiting for the end | |
| Mother earth lies in her grave | |
| Into emptiness her life fades | |
| Apocalypse, the end of the world | |
| Now. |