Withering winds whispered no more | |
And the air was stagnant still | |
The rivers and lakes stood calm | |
Nothing stirred within their silent depths | |
Cold in the earth | |
And a dozen cold Decembers | |
Cold in the earth | |
In the womb of the dready grave | |
The sun and the moon thrown from their paths | |
Not a single star flickered in the night | |
Time stood still in silence | |
Holding its breath, waiting for the end | |
Mother earth lies in her grave | |
Into emptiness her life fades | |
Apocalypse, the end of the world | |
Now. |