Testo di Memory

I'm walking on the dark ice of the North The end of my journey is near Every step is a wound While dust is my death bed The white sun Is touching me Freezing my blood My pale face The world goes away I'm walking on the red snow of the East I can see monstrous shapes under the ice Wriggling in paroxysm of pain In agony, madness and rage Memory is already - dead Future dead - as well Faith without - good deeds The old world - is gone Our life is bound to die Death's chill Will get me Will freeze my blood Will suck my face Will throw me down I'm walking in the dead woods of the South No one has won The holy earth is dying Asleep under the whip of ice Helpless and naked Our memory is bound to die