Oh, silent waters, so cold and deep Enchanted by thy gods, seduced by the gold In this infinite motion they weep Embraced by sorrows, still they remain stone-cold
Inherit thou the eternal wine Preserve their spell for dying seasons And comes the fall in thy aureate shrine Blindfolds their eyes and so mars their reasons
And sister Death waits to be born Spreading her scythe over black hearts Thy aging beauty stays forlorn Tearing the strings of life apart
The barren Moon spreads her pale wings Illuminates the autumn mist So cold at heart, she breaks the strings And drinks the blood from dying wrists
Black harvesters hide beyond the moon In the field kissing her lips And their eyes pervade the twilight gloom The gold of the autumn mist