And the decisions are fulfilled,
And the pain is stacked with fear,
And the chosen should be killed,
And to the mayhem we attend,
Will for fortune comes instead.

If I fall upon my back,
seize me.
And if there's no room for regret,
forgive me.
And if I come toward your door,
greet me.
In the point of no turning back,
Kill me.
And if you do, burn me to ash!

And by the fate of rotting night,
And by my darkening dead life,
And by souls that light the sight,
And by the river of the bright,
A torch will fight last fight.

To the choice of someone's blood,
To the memory of a raining cloud,
To the feelings of the sanctity,
To the harmony of bees activity,
Break a glass of wine.

If I fall upon my back,
seize me.
And if there's no room for regret,
forgive me.
And if I come toward your door,
greet me.
In the point of no turning back,
Kill me.
And if you do, burn me to ash!