• In the darkness of the abyss I await.
    The time here stays still,
    The sadness here is great
    But I can't cry, which makes me ill...

    I've been here quite much.
    I'm nothing any more;
    My hands can't feel any touch,
    My body is damaged and sore.

    The waters of the river are bitter.
    The fruit of the trees is dry.
    Things here can't get creepier.
    There aren't more tears to cry.

    My soul longs for rest,
    For an end of this pain in my chest,
    Be away from this grim nest.
    Away from this dreadful pest.....