Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Ode lyrics

I hear the croaking of a crow. A shade is thrust across my view. Weasel and fox go two by two Across the path where I must go. My horse's hooves can walk no more. My seizured footman is done for. The thunder cracks into a roar. My soul is out and hears the sound Of Charon calling underground. I see into the earth's own core. The river runs back to the source, Upon a belfry stands an ox, The blood is trickling from the rocks, The asp and bear have intercourse. Atop an ancient tower, a fresh Serpent devours a vulture's flesh, Inside the ice the fire burns blue. The sun is now a cold black ball. I see the moon about to fall. That tree has moved from where it grew.