You have pierced me, human being, it wasn't for the first time and I believe it wasn't for the last time. You even don't know it but so often you have, frequently I do not have the strength for you. Then I retire into my palace veiled in the morning vesture of apathy.
Still I haven't found inside of you what I am looking for a long time. Silently I just beg this wasn't phantasm...
How much more shedded blood and tears is awaiting before my soul comes home? The eyes of mine sow the wistful longing on the firmament.
I will give you mercy... even I am bleeding Mercy and sympathy... the arms of the strong and longing ones. When I advance on my way... I'll begin to pray for you.