Still, I gaze upon to the death-drowned skies,   Where all my buried visions lie,   Still, the pulse of "life" tears me apart,   Like a burning dagger within my heart      Smothering, suffering,   My face in the mirror    Just another carved monument of transience   Like a grey illusion in a midnigth's dream      Longing for the final coronation   The day of this sickness' cremation      A weary soul, pierced by the wounds of "life"   Depressing emptiness,   Loss of perception   Misery, come and bless my soul once more      Forgotten, the time, when I was free   Forsaken, the place, where I wish to be   Just one picture marked in my mind,   Death take my hand,   Take me to the ruins of my destination!      Rest in oblivion my persihed soul,   In places so drab, in timeless spheres,   Never to be called again      Life is all in vain, for only ashes will remain