Freed from mens insanity I feel my grief stricken heart still burn Bracing my soul through night's loneliness I sense a glimpse of shelter return.
Burdened with the insight of my loneliness I continue my journey through this night. Passed have the times when the glimmer of hope Filled my heart with gentle delight.
All the years that the currents of fortune Have planted the seeds of my grief My eyes have been fooled by the masks of joy, My desperate hopes deceived.
So let us now gather the harvest Of the past solitary days. And bath our peace craving eyes In sin's magnificent grace.
The night shall pass and a cold morning breeze shall obscure the traces of my pitiful existence. For not a stone shall mark the place where silence embraced me and guided my cheerful soul into the charm of everlasting solitude.