The End

There is no nothing strange that life goes to an end
The whitest snow lay down beneath the sacred ash tree's bottom
In Spring it's branches turn towards the Sun 
And every leaf is dying in the Autumn

Rough cruel winds, cold winter, darkest lonely nights
Bring long-awaited frozen peace to all the longing creatures for wherever
The end is here, it yields the quiet rest
Although the even end won't ever last forever

The Beginning