Many deaths the self in strife Untrodden path of unclear life Darkness spoke of distant hope Beyond the sea enlightened me Restraining chains with time I broke Despite all this deep sadness does not die Always there, though dormant it may lie I know her, and I know her to be black Like a shadow within, a burden on the back Where the goddess bears many fruits When the trees wake from slumber And the soil moves with life There she grew, old and new I am a son of a barren land And in my dreams I see the end Many times, in many ways So many deaths, the death of days Where frost and snow Shine bright in the sun And fire gives scent Of wood in the air There she grew, old and new Realise, deep sadness does not die Always there, though dormant it may lie I found my home and I found a place for her In dark times our encounters still occur Wherever I go Whatever I dream She is there