What grief and obscurity surround my soul like an autumn night on a barren earth? Insignificant to suffer here The struggle eternal and futile No heaven I desire nor the night of inferno Never indulge a wench in my arms Away from the sense of despair All in all the soundless void (Hearken now what I beg) Build a house of the underworld my dwelling in earth to hide Dig my grave near the guarding elms and cover it with black gems Then forever leave my court In peace I want to rest A hill shall never mount on my grave but the earth turns under the meadow None shall know my resting chamber under the frosted elm