The empty ones speak in my solitude,
in a hall that no one knows.
There crystals can lift the veil of the clouds,
show who is bleeding.
The song of steel is on!
Now the giants of the globe call,
And the kings of war tactfully call to me,
Take my sword and grasp!
The battle I fight,
it makes me so vague!
Can I be allowed to go free?
The strife, the knitting stretches far!
If the sky falls and I am abandoned,
if all the memories are taken.
Then the world wanders in its winter land,
everything becomes ice of water.
The cold takes everything that was!
Now the giants of the globe call,
and the kings of war call tactfully to me,
take my sword and grasp!
If thoughts grow narrow,
will I awake to give them to you?
If the nights get long,
will you smile at me when I cry?