Withering winds whispered no more And the air was stagnant still The rivers and lakes stood calm Nothing stirred within their silent depths
Cold in the earth And a dozen cold Decembers Cold in the earth In the womb of the dready grave
The sun and the moon thrown from their paths Not a single star flickered in the night Time stood still in silence Holding its breath, waiting for the end
Mother earth lies in her grave Into emptiness her life fades Apocalypse, the end of the world Now.