High mighty mountains, deep extensive valleys.
Covered by snow, icy winds.
Liveless, eternal.
You drift on the black
waves of damnation, look forward to the end.
Life is pain and torment, perfection is the death.
In search of yourself, shattered by
depressions, teared by painful thoughts.
Aimless, helpless.
You a stranger for yourself, do not know yourself.
Fear rises up in
you.
Look for the saving hand.
You are doomed to death.
You know it, cry.
The cries die away in the wind.
Your shadows sink
in the fog.
They come to pick you up.
Endless silence.
You trace their neamess.
Hope of deliverance.
You see the
light.
Unique is it, warm.
It lights up the path for you.
You are doomed to death.