Death,
Tell me what you will
Tell me, what am I for?
Call it a life, [I] can't understand
why the road is so grey.
Thoughts, that no others have
I will never be as I was.
A monotone
feeling that reigns.
[That] would want
everything that was ours.
Will a new moon rise,
against the clouds and hide away?
In the sky's evening
will it disappear
yet another night?
Death,
knows no shame,
Silent, silent, he moves forward.
Where did you go?
Everything has slipped away.
I cannot think well.
Hope, can it weep wounds?
Fimbulwinter becomes spring.
Call it a life, [I] can't understand
why the road is so grey.
Will a new moon rise,
against the clouds and hide away?
In the sky's evening
will it disappear
yet another night?