„The breeze – the breath
of God – is still –
And  the mist
upon the hill
Shadowy – shadowy –
yet unbroken,
Is a symbol
and a token –“

Red roses are blooming In the brightness of the sun
Eagles are flying
A beautiful child plays hide and seek
a place for the weak?

The kindness of evil
The sweetness of death
High in the mountains – The ultimate breath
Delighted by the beauty of Death

The day – Has come
The spirits awake
They hold – Their hands
And call for the wake
No remorse
Will end this Path
The day Becomes night
There is no retreat

Darkness arises – In the light of the moon
(All) love is dead and gone
The breath of the dead is freezing my heart
All beauty is gone

The kindness of evil
The sweetness of death
High in the mountains – The ultimate breath
Delighted by the beauty of Death

„How it hangs
upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!“

How it turns
light into dark
A mystery of mysteries! –

How it turns
pain into fear
A mystery of mysteries! –

How it turns
Life into death
A mystery of mysteries! –

Red roses are blooming
In the brightness of the sun
Eagles are flying
The breath of the dead is freezing my heart
All beauty is gone

The kindness of evil
The sweetness of death
High in the mountains – The ultimate breath
Delighted by the beauty of Death
The kindness of evil
The sweetness of death
High in the mountains – The ultimate breath
Delighted by the beauty
Delighted by the beauty
Delighted by the beauty of Death

(Text in Anführungszeichen: Edgar Allen Poe, Spirits of the Dead)