Everything has become cold as ice
chilling straight to the marrow of bone
Through every living tissue still working
Effecting the way things move
Dissorienting the perception of things
Everything metamorphs into stone
Leaving no sign of life to be found
For the environment became so hostile
That nothing has a chance to grow
The pressure increases with every second
that the rock starts to shake violently
As long deep cracks becomes visible
Weakening the foundation to the core
Till all thats left is a trace of dust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem