When mournful sun turns bleak and prepares for,
Eternal slumber,
Last grimson rays grow cold,
Before our,
Anguished eyes,
Dark gloomy clouds stand still,
Under saddened,
Celestial vault,
The epoch of grief is closing,
In,
And sullen sorrow,
Slays the ray of joy,
It converts us what we are,
The lonely,
Depressive,
Beings,
And tears from countless eyes,
Will never stop,
Never dry,
Immense dejection,
Is conquering,
Our eyes,
Tears,
Will never stop,
Never dry,
Immense dejection is,
Conquering our eyes.

The sadness,
Gathered for centuries of time,
Is now deludging,
Us with dismal and despair,
All silent signs,
Of sorrow are recoming to life,
As world is fading,
In this last agony.

The world infected,
With final,
Sullen,
Plague,
All life,
Ascending,
In perpetual,
Flames of pain
Fake mask of joy,
Burns to ashes with,
Previous past,
Amidst the weeping,
New kingdom,
Enthroned,
The sun now perished,
No stars in blackened sky,
The world so lonely,
Forlorn by universe,
Forgotten love and delight,
Just endless solitude,
Find end in tears.