I'm walking on the dark ice of the North  The end of my journey is near  Every step is a wound  While dust is my death bed    The white sun  Is touching me  Freezing my blood  My pale face  The world goes away  I'm walking on the red snow of the East  I can see monstrous shapes under the ice  Wriggling in paroxysm of pain  In agony, madness and rage  Memory is already - dead  Future dead - as well  Faith without - good deeds  The old world - is gone  Our life is bound to die  Death's chill  Will get me  Will freeze my blood  Will suck my face  Will throw me down  I'm walking in the dead woods of the South  No one has won  The holy earth is dying  Asleep under the whip of ice  Helpless and naked  Our memory is bound to die