I leave my heart with you, my dear.
As omen rain out pours on drear,
The nightingale must sing unfed.
When blind men lead, to death we're steered.

A vengeful storm, will soon appear.
An endless snow, the dark we feared.
My soul still yearns for life ahead.
My faith in man still lingers deep.

The end is nigh; The night is here.
The light, we must amend, my dear.
Engulfed in rot and slow decay,
My will endures; My soul endears.