Thy mirrow reflects my rotten horizon Where they once shed my deepest threat Thou leaved my blackened soul in anger I looked on my hands, surrounded by waste Could i not stand their distress Insignificant were my defences Against this living pang By beeing their spineless feast A dissected live shines on my sight Alone am i, with my aching opression And so i swear to my haunted self That i never shall be weak again Crowling before my own courage This will bet the first and last deed, Of mine, as i am alone… …with my aching depression All i take notice of Are my shaking hands, As they come up to me, As they take me, As they strangle me! As i end my senseless live, Their burning hatred i throttle As they tried to take my life! ... for my own life was mine, As i took it for ever…