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Journey's at the end, your wings

Are rotting away, greet new coming day

Now all dreams of yours are dead

I don't know how to say, life, how much

I love you, ice grows over me

There is nothing I can do

Don't try to shout No!, when winter

Is coming slow, muse your early age

Back hundreds of years ago

Nature cries for you, wanting you

Back to her womb

Now prepare yourself... the end is the start

And the funeral drum sounds to me like fun...

I wish you good night

When against sun you close your eyes

I wish you good night

When Nature is taking you back

I wish you good night

When good old ground embraces you

I wish you good night

When they meet you with love.

          M.I., B. II, Ps. IV, 71-91