Fortgang [English translation]

What grieve-stricken agony

Expelled me from my paths

When early-morning-hazelike billows

Were still resting in the snow-covered grove.

In far ossified moor

The old mountainside faded for a long time

Wherever the look is wandering

There's no going back.

Darkness is surmounted now

After a long way in solitude.

From pristine landing stage

Follows gently and closely -

The moon's pale light

To the end of old ways

• Artist:Empyrium
• Album:Weiland