Old, senseless thoughts, half frozen in loneliness, faster and faster we're spinning in circles; imprisioned in pain, floating without sound ... - the dead in the mist... aimlessly wandering around. Our sad eyes say: "we have lost our view!" Dead souls without rest... - the graves are lonely... and cold. But the promised peace I'm afraid we'll never find, for this place... it lies so far... beyond the cruellest light...