No sky, no share.
From blue bare
Lonely land, despair;
Nothing more to stare.
 
Where is the light gone ?
Even the sun misses dawn.
A hole, a ( ),
Not white, neither black,
Uncouloured, an infinite maul.
Where universe lost his track
And faded.
The sky is dead.
 
Sit on the edge of all ending,
What can we see, nothing.
The poet’s words in exile,
Ragnarok came but not Yggdrasill.
Nothing more to save.
What remains from love will forever crave.