Time Stands Still {Glosa-Verse}

This is a poem based off the song "Seeman," by Rammstein. The quatrain is from that song. It's part of the style.
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So merciless is only the night
In the end I'm left alone
The time stands still
And I am cold
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The autumn wind wipes tears off your face;
Elder women rush to beckon you home.
You are lost amongst the darkness;
Who will be there to hold you
When wind whisks you away?
Shiver in this comfort of fright;
Something finally holds you close!
Hold on to what your memory last saw;
You no longer need them for their light;
"So merciless is the only night."

"Come a little closer," the wind beckons you,
As you grasp onto what thoughts remains.
You're so frightened or quick to forget
They're waiting for you just down the river.
"Come a little closer, my little one," it still beckons,
It reaches your soul; you quiver at bone,
Invisible hands reach around your soul,
Caressing it with hopes of being remembered;
The winds stop; suddenly your wishes are known;
"In the end I'm left alone."

The autumn wind wipes tears off your face
As the elderly women beckon you for home.
There's no where left on these cold streets
Or anywhere else you can call your family.
The moon arises with the stars flanking;
It's God's army you see lighting darkness, and you stand still.
Scamper upon the railing, climbing high;
No one's going to bother coming by,
Wrap your coat closer to you and remember that chill;
"The time stands still..."

You wait for hope and hold your breath,
At the forgotten memories you left behind.
The chill sets in as you release your eyes from the Heavens;
Not even He could save you now.
The autumn wind wipes your tears from your face,
As the lantern light swings on your face as you were told;
"There's death in this place."
The women beckon you inside, but no one saves you;
As you rock off the ledge you sing loud and bold,
"...And I am cold."

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Glosa-Verse
A Spanish form invented by court poets in the 14th and 15th centuries. An opening quatrain, called a 'cabeza' is chosen from another poet, or song. The glosa elaborates or 'glosses' on the quatrain with four ten line stanzas, their concluding lines taken consecutively from the quatrain and their sixth and ninth lines rhyming with the borrowed tenth. Example is as follows....