Exaltation

See this my waning flameThaw to a world of iceLight it in the faintest of momentsI bestow upon youThis token of affectionFor I am engulfed by the endI must be ashesThey strike their violins darkerAs the final blackness nearsI entrust these words to youMy hope will bleed into these linesTo form a silent songTo linger through the agesTo form a silent songTo linger through the agesTo be sung by the livingTo preserve, to praise, to mendThe fragments of dignityFaced with the deep of deepsMy spirit shines undauntedSpielt süßer den Tod,Streicht dunkler die GeigenWir schaufeln ein Grab in den Wolken,Da liegt man nicht engPlay death more sweetly,Scrape darker your stringsWe shovel a grave in the airThere you won't lie too cramped