Songtext von The Grievous One

A gloomy wind in a desolate field Chasing a lonely walking figure Dressed in black directing its steps To a cemetery there among many tombstones It will stop in front of one And will stay there like a monument The grievous one sees the beloved face Covered with ground , the beloved body In the grave , under the tombstone He is inhaling the air, trying to catch The beloved fragrance But he feels nothing But the reek of putridness The grievous one… It will be raining, it will be snowing The grievous one will stay there Until his sadness overflows And goes into the earth to his beloved one Then he will go home, get into a coffin And will be waiting for her