See this my waning flame
 Thaw to a world of ice
 Light it in the faintest of moments
 I bestow upon you
 This token of affection
 For I am engulfed by the end

 I must be ashes
 They strike their violins darker
 As the final blackness nears

 I [bad word] these words to you
 My hope will bleed into these lines
 To form a silent song
 To linger through the ages
 To form a silent song
 To linger through the ages

 To be sung by the living
 To preserve, to praise, to mend
 The fragments of dignity

 Faced with the deep of deeps
 My spirit shines undaunted

 Spielt süßer den Tod,
 Streicht dunkler die Geigen
 Wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Wolken,
 Da liegt man nicht eng

 Play death more sweetly,
 Scrape darker your strings
 We shovel a grave in the air
 There you won't lie too cramped