From skin to the bone (Grey, grey, grey)
Ain't no light to go trough
From home to the woods (Dust, dust, dust)
Ain't no light to go trough
From mars to the clouds (Void, void, void)
Ain't no light to go trough
Sun, leaves, warmth, trees, a blind eye is turned
This night was cold, so cold Light was far (so far)
I know I can (count on you) Oh please, hear my plea
I implore the night to listen, oh please go away.
A contribution to the chaos, my part of the ongoing mess
Who rides there so late through the night dark
and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He has the boy well in his arm
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.
"My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to
hide?" "Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side!
"Oh, come, thou dear infant!
oh come thou with me! For many a game I will play there with thee;
He reaches his courtyard with toil and with dread,
– The child in his arms finds he motionless, dead.
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