In the darkness of night,
Where you see no light,
On this road to nowhere,
Dead bodies hanged in height.

I hear the crow's song,
It's everlasting and long,
It's the dead's way to tell me,
with them, i belong.

And it won't take much time,
'til I've done the climb,
I'll end up like them, hanged,
Driven mad by this rhyme.