Garden, still and cold Leaves once green turned to gold Wrapped in fields, eternal sky I bid farewell, I die... Birds of the night, sing my songs Ocean of tears, leads so long Solitude of my spirit, I am free Now I am dead forever Storms of sadness cleanse my wings I dwell in grief after I die The landscapes so below I harken up, the Sunset choir Sings from the palace of frost The place where I shall dwell now The palace for the lost
palace, dwell, harken, bid, sings