Vertaling - Engels-Deens - Mourning came

Mourning came
after fleeting happiness
arising from the ruins of the grave
with eyes full of hate..

the faded corpse, whence the soul does not come forth
decorated with blood all over
murmurs and pleads
for another chance

waves take it away
it disappears on the horizon
the hatred of years
sorrow is pointless

the fool's prophesy
came true in the end
it slowly disappeared
the curse expired

the bony body could not stand up to death
it became the slave of darkness