The fire in the sky is extinguished
Blue waters no longer cry
The dancing of trees has stopped
The stream of freshness from cold winds
Exists no longer

The rain has stopped to drip
From the sky
Still, dripping exists
From the veins of a nearly-dead boy

Once there was hatred
Once there was cold
Now there is only

A dark stone tomb
With an altar
An altar which
Serves as a bed

A bed of eternal sleep
The dreams of the human in sleep are dreams of relief
A gate out of hell, into the void of death

Yet undisturbed, the human sleeps
And one day will the grave be unlocked
And the soul must return to this world
But this time as a lost forgotten sad spirit
Doomed
To haunt endlessly