We travel into the world of woe

through the portal of dream descent

Of human sorrow I dreamed

a twilight garden of tomorrow

Where torment means living

in this world of dreadful dream



"Behold, all the gods have abandoned the spheres.

Can you hear the Thronerooms silence?

As all of the mighty stars have grown black,

the gods have turned their backs..."



Here rests silence

sometimes the wind brings

weak echoes from times

gone and forgotten

Tragic human voices

yet none can hear them

in this dark and desolate star

since the storms

of new pestilence



"On the shore of the dead earth

I stood with a figure of demon"



From his eyes gazed autumn,

his words like winters;



"Witness with me,

the fall of the foulest.

My farewell to mankind.

Lame is the weeping sun

as it in all fierceness

lowers behind the horizon.

This,

the last sunset on earth

tomorrows dawn

shall greet the moonlike face

...of Hell."