From a thousand wounds I'm bleeding.

The stench of decay hangs over me.

Desperation floes from out af all pores.

There is nothing left of ...me.

My hopes like falcons

with their mighty wings broken,

my thoughts like corpses

trampled down on a battle field,

my life like a Valkyrie

skinned and abused,

me just a shadow.

Mediocrity's miasma

has touched upon me.

My life is poisened 

and you are the ground.

I am not willing 

to bear you anymore,

and so I leave you

and the dirt around.

Lacrimae rerum,

palida mors.

My dreams you've stolen, my visions killed,

there is nothing left of what I called my home.

Regards I've been given from down below,

a dark star will guide me from now on.