Who put an end to all the beauty?
The splendour of the days gone by
It´s mild and steady glow that lit up the gloomy loneliness?

What could turn all the warm and true happiness
Into cold desperate tears without end?
What made the strong, tough man become again
A scared little boy?

I watch out over the desert of Death
It's silent, barren landscape surrounds me
I feel cold
The burning sun, always shining brightly,
Giving me warmth and light
Tell me, is it gone for ever?
Has it's vitalizing warmth for ever been extinct
By gloomy, heavy fog?

Again I feel the mortal horror bite me
As I stare at all these deaths
Which were once full of life,
Which were once life itself

The birds under the sky have fallen in the dark,
Their wings, deprived of their strength, can't carry them any more
Birdsongs have died away into silence,
Slowly died away has every joyous symphony
The wild beasts are not to be seen any more,
To their burrows they have returned to find peace for time indefinite

The acres of flowery meadows,
The flowers have bowed their heads to the ground,
And have all returned to earth
Just the thistles and thorns are still standing erect
As I stand like a withered rose
Alone with all my pain

To the brim full of sorrow,wounded and forgotten
But always carrying my remembrance
Of a Hope that never dies