Оригинален текст
Pale like the skull of the sun
The way of the hunting moon
O storms that reign supreme
The breeze comes whisperin' soon
Strike the flowers' last gleam
In spite of desperate fight, their power
Leave no sh*res where the torrents stream
Mountains highest hills
Fragments, beheaded formations
The cosmic rivers curse
Denial of all recreation
Wind, Water, Earth, Fire - Invincible!
Autumn-twice, Winter-thrice
River and Rock
A new kingdom rise
I close my eyes