The woods are lonely, dark and deep
Stopped between mountains and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year,
I came and wrote upon a cross of wood
For the rotting flesh lying under foot
And on the mournful stars gazed up above

The eagle watches from his mountain walls
Good bye to the sun that shines for the dead no longer
Now sleepy death summons him down to Acheron,
That cold shore
There is no bride song there, nor any music

She softly whispers your welcome to the endless darkness
Where the blue sky turned to black
And the moon remains a frozen hidden memory
One would say that the earth
Is the way of all flesh
And the sea is the way of all souls
The very dead of winter
Oh, starry night! This is how you wished to die