In stone sleep the Golem lays,
never knowing the world's ways.
One day the Golem awakes,
many souls does it take;
Hades grounds overflow;
On the world the golem takes its toll.
For punishment of being lazy,
The world grows dark and hazy:
A dreary, dark and dreadful den;
The golem clears the world of sin.
Many people lay and die,
Many children let out mournful cries.
When the smoke clears,
There are no more tears,
No more people to be found,
Not a whisper or a sound,
Not a sign of the human race.
The world a quiet, soundless place.
Then two small sharp cries let out:
Two small children left about.