I reach the winter twilight

Eternity is relentless, this notion harasses me
Induces that all is worth nothing, the passing frightens
You may speak of darkness at ease until you're touched by its cold
Until it stops remaining an abstract term
Infinity takes away what seems to be worth and might
Each of mights decline and disappear…
If the immortality opened as a horizon over this snowy plains
As the circle closed at last
Delusion would spout, the force of all deeds
Nihilism would be shed as pest embittering the hearts of a rabble
Would these considered the martial ones stand against it valiantly?
It approaches…
To touch this knowledge is a soul torment
Only winter transfers it to the dimension I may conceive
Its cruelty hardly substitute of a true great cold
Which will deliever a battle condemned to failure at dawn
Thus I did it once under the moon
Confrontation of worths with what turns them into dust
I reached the winter twilight though won't reach this dark
Until it calls me by itself…