Through this mausoleum of elder I wander To the place where Sun was born I walk on pathways which were forgotten On these woods Nature's drawn her poem Natura magna venustate silvam hanc creavit At the horizon Sun bathes in blood And the fall paints these woods in red Here I gaze at the dusk of mankind Here at the edge of this age Here I gaze Here I gaze at the d**h of Sun While the fall paints these woods in red