A morose fount of human Death lies before me,
at the end of this thornclad road
My wounds are deep, my cries are harsh
Was it Hell that I witnessed, has my time come?
Or may I stay to witness the Devil's hand?
A morose fount of human Death lies before me
A creature of all my woes and awes, an entrance for me to pass
Time to die, it has been far too long
Sternly bound I depart from this foul and morbid life as it has given me nothing
What important am I?
Evil is in the deed of every man
Everything pure may go lose as the ways of evil are opening wider and ever darker,
a shadow cast of the Devil
Everywhere, and all around I see what you don't see;
I see the vastness of the accuser.