This evening without doubt my soul,
enslaved, worn down by grief,
Will feel the need to flee it's prison of flesh
Very far from us, of our time,
it'll go join the stars.

They will speak of her proper existance to it
in words pure and silent,
And show it a way
Leading to the unknown havens
Connecting sky and land.

These remote regions,
Where the high grass in the ruddy fields
never waltz with the light;
Where could freely wander
All the memories of our lives on Earth.

These remote regions,
Where the high grass in the ruddy fields
never waltz with the light;
Where could freely wander
All the memories of our lives on Earth.
That time sought to erase.