black bared trees in fog
haze is in the air
it’s cold and I‘m alone
and far away from home!
the taste of moisture

a new season is born
entrance of darkness
the smell of death and birth!
late leaves touch the ground

another age is near
see these black bared trees
lighted up by a shinin‘ moon!
the taste...

another age is near predetermined transformation!
I’m lying down on the ground I close my eyes
I can hear the wind blow
through the branches of decayed wood

heartbeat gets faster and faster blood’s pressure seems to mount
sweat is running down my brow cold hands formed to a clench
my body begins to tremble head seems, seems to burst
I can feel god’s nearness I can feel one season die...

another age is near
predetermined transformation!