Alone again, Endless number of trees, Darkness, Restlessness, Old feelings, The night is coming up And helplessness with her, Chiliness, Smell of the earth And glare of death.
All has lost its meaning - Only the silhouettes remain - Impure and far away. To be a part of the life cycle of nature, Nevermore any human hardship.
Necrologue, Necrologue written in forest.
This is the end, An utter end, No shacles of the past exist, I am the part of infinity.
Immortality is not powerlessness. I am the most hideous idea, that was suppressed And ruined through ages.
I am the infinity, I am the living death, The havoc is unbelievably beautiful.