The night is over, the moonlight dispels my wicked dream
A field at dawn, everything is enshrouded in a gleam
Drifting above the sea of my eternal relief
Believing nothing, nothingness' becoming my belief
Dark and warm hole, I flow freely like the winter breeze
Blooms and withers away from the root of my disease
Numb from the cold my core is still waiting for the call
When all of this will be nothing and nothing will be all
Dying swan circles on my urn
I crawl out of my skin and burn
Tonight I am finally unborn
Dying swan circles on my urn
Tonight I am finally unborn