my time has come, i must go but i won't be able to come back to you my sorrow from the soul for all that has been is piercing me, is killing me
under the tree of my sadness anxious about my destiny the sun which yesterday lit us today s killing us
after an anxious life living with your fear with ife i finish, now go for your killing
your blood - in my eyes my body - your corpse your look in anguish appears before me why? tell me, god! because the fear of you, god and the fear of the darklord's getting us upset is darkening our thoughts
but if the time will come again and i will come back from the way of your killing [it] will be again silence and peace