Why the fathomless night sky ails my senses
Why the glimmer of stars digs my soul
Why the heart is troubled by fear even more -
Are we ever cared for amidst this endless doom?

As the Moon is bitten by pristine woods
With circling raven flocks above
Seeking shelter on my way through the trees
And going berserk amidst my hoarse-voiced screams

Then feeling seduced by the nocturnal air -
"Come with me, to help you my only aim"
A remembrance still grips its hold, it says
"Summon strength from bygone years"

Drained by ways gone astray I sink to lay
And finally deem my wander futile
Forsaking all to abandon to the night sky
I drift along among the raven flocks.