Die Einsamkeit meiner Seele

There, where the wind carries sorrow
through the branches of the forests...
There, where the wind makes all hope fade away...
There, where the wind, a soul through the moonbeams drifts...
...I walk alone through endless bitter night.
Hidden in infinite, enchanting forests.
There, where no ray of the sun
ever touches a soul.
The veil of night reveals its innermost to me,
as the moon, for just a brief moment,
lofty from the mist, releases and perches above the treetops.
Its pale, crystal-clear glow, bathes the surroundings in a twilight,
where a ghostly shadow dance emerges.
Through the cold of hard ice penetrates
softly the lamenting song of a wolf,
which robs me of the last senses
from my battered body.
Lonely it heralds from an old, long past time,
where only the perfect darkness ruled the world.
The winter wind mercilessly lashes
through the icy branches.
The snowflakes, dancing fairy-like in defiance,
fall enchantingly sparkling down on me.
Knowing well and without return,
my spirit steps into the endless
dimension of my shadow light.