O splendid Death, how I do long for Thee
Please, carry me through embellished gates
For the veracious reflection of my souls mirror
Glisten bright in unconscious passion,
The lust for eternal departure
For in my dreams,
The hearts most beloved,
I do breathe nevermore...
In the distress of life I demand
The plagues from below to storm again,
And so they swept through the world,
Yearning for liberty
As I witnessed once in the mournful visions
I now behold the grandiose gate
To the vastly unknown
For this I do proclaim to the grave I belong
Since all I perceive brings me anguish and doubt
For which poem in the world could portray
The woeful absurdity of inceptions cause
From nothingness to sordid matter?
We do not belong to this stillborn world,
But to the endless void, the void of its grave...
O splendid Death, how I do long for Thee
Please, carry me through embellished gates
For the veracious reflection of my souls mirror
Glisten bright in unconscious passion,
The lust for eternal departure...