The Hour of Death (German Version)

"I think I must be doomed. I don't feel at all well."

My God, have mercy upon me in this Hour of Death

I pray for thee to take my life instead of the one I so dearly love

Her face is pale like the ivory of the distant realms

And as I hold her hand in mine. I clearly feel it's turning cold

Like marble or snow

Remembering the days of joy, not so long ago

Those memories just increase grief as I watch the withering of beauty

How can it be that tomorrow she's not here and I remain?

There has to be some kind of way we can be together again

Together again

As she fades away

Like statue made of clay

All I wish is to be in grave with her

Slowly transforming back into dirt

Deep under the sacred ground

No one will be able to part us now