Beholding in Sorrow
 the Sleeper meets kingly torment
 Suffocating into the woe of stars
 He remembers the years pass
 
 And what is left of dying flame of retribution"
 
 
 It´ s then, when the last autumn cries a fiery canticle
 And hums through the trees in the wake of death
 As a last journey of mesmerized night-wind
 Yearning to leave this earth
 
 
 "Dethroned and forgotten,
 He sees no suffering rest
 In his temple, now relinquishing from the soil
 Deep in his wounds of starlight
 The nights are still silver"
 
 
 Death, so heavy on his shoulders
 the dreams too old inside
 Now severed out from his chest
 into a sky-shaped stone for a blackened soul
 
 Once more gazing over shoreless white purity
 A perfect vision lamented by his hands
 His bleeding eyes thrown to the godless glare
 Where creation is still silence
 
 Abandoned lies his tower of solemn grace
 Like the thousand years engraved to its walls
 Where his cries circle, never to reach the chambers of gold
 Hopelessly, as all seasons die