I pray of this was a dream Last run away faith in pain Skin decays on my hands I don't have tears to blowing This embers You sentence evil and good Your face looks from abyss With paternal Love you made That I Had A Rest. You dry now my naked bones Melt nails in grotesque examples Write in to my corpse words Take from troupe this cup. Sweet wind smells with calm Not announced mixtures of evil Why in spite that my heart burst All the time i feel this bitterness Of existence Lying on centre altar of fire I wait on merciful end of suffering.