Visions of beyond

(Certain night)

So alive as my bated breath

At the first moment

I couldst not believe

Insisted I hast so I waited

For the same dead hour

While such freezing cold

Charmed the silence,

There he was, standing clearly far away

Only a true king

Could act that way

He was the night preceding the day

In his eyes, chagrin oceans

Drowned his rage

His face, formerly hot like the sun

Was mantled by the virgin snow

Yes, he looked steadily at me

He waved his hand and

I thought I had something to say

But on the distant horizon

Which seemed so close

Dawn was breaking once again

A fearful feeling

Filled his eyes and he disappeared

As the cock crowed!

"My lord, if thine eyes believe that

This ghost is really thy dead father

Won't thee show thyself to him

In order to discover

The reasons of his return...

If he's a demon,

Or an angel with broken wings,

Thou shalt at least investigate, my lord

For nothing returns from the afterlife

After losing what was trust to us

Before our birth

So, follow us through this dark night

And take with thee thy honour

When a phantom returns, it's because

Something is coming up

And there is a rotten smell

On Denmark's ground..."