Longing for Nothingness

Sad spirit, once so ready for the fight
Hope, who so often spurred you on your way
Rides you no longer; have no shame, lie down
Old horse, the stones have lamed your stumbling feet

Let go, my heart, and sleep your brutish sleep

Defeated weary mind, you old marauder
Now neither love nor combat can arouse you
Farewell, the trumpet's call, the sighing flute
Old pleasures, tempt this brooding heart no longer

The fragrance of the spring is gone forever

Minute by minute, time engulfs my soul
As snowdrifts swallow up a stiffening corpse
I contemplate the round globe from above
And seek no hut to shelter from it all

Come, avalanche, take me with you when you fall
Come, avalanche, take me with you when you fall

Let go, my heart, and sleep your brutish sleep
Sleep your brutish sleep