Cold Earth Chamber

What grief and obscurity surround my soul

Like an autumn night on a barren earth?

Insignificant to suffer here

The struggle eternal and futile

No heaven I desire nor the night of inferno

Never indulge a wench in my arms

Away from the sense of despair

All in all the soundless void

(Hearken now what I beg)

Build a house of the underworld

My dwelling in earth to hide

Dig my grave near the guarding elms

And cover it with black gems

Then forever leave my court

In peace I want to rest

A hill shall never mount on my grave

But the earth turns under the meadow

None shall know my resting chamber

Under the frosted elm