The clouds darken in the icy night.
Now he has woken up again.
He sneaks through the pasture through meadow and valley,
because this path will be fatal for him.
The storm he blows with all his anger,
a fog horn blows from the distance.
The cold decorates his face,
and the daylight shines far away.
He came to the river in the heart of the forest,
where his father took his life.
In memory of that terrible day,
he sat there at his father's grave.
The Grief sits deep in his heart,
he feels how deeply his veins ache.
There is an empty silence,
he only heard the croaking of the lonely cricket.
He goes to the shore, the ravens scream,
They want to free the spirit of the corpse.
A fog rises, visibility becomes difficult,
and from far away, the army of ravens screams.< br/>He came to the river in the heart of the forest
where his father took his life.
In memory of that terrible day,
he sat there at his father's grave.< br/>A deep voice echoes muffledly,
it seemed as if it was escaping the river.
He goes very close to the edge of the river,
he feels that he now has to live.
There was an anchor stone in his way,
so he fell into the cold water.
He twitched for a few more seconds,
then his body sank into the water...
/>He died by the river in the heart of the forest,
where his father committed suicide.
Remembering that terrible day,
he died there at his grave