Black was the night and no one else but the whispering wind,
Did grieve with me, or paid heed to me.
I was so bereft, l had no strength left,
Though my body seems to have survived, my soul has died.

Black was the night and no one else but the billowing wind,
Did grieve with me, you walked away from me.
And the light is dim, clouds are gathering.
The moon too shamed to shine its gentle light, this darkest night

And as the night drew to a close and as the sun slowly rose,
The early light on my face, illuminates my disgrace.
As the night drew to an end and as the sea turned to red,
Hope is gone, dreams have fled, and my heart, my heart is dead!

Black was the night and no one else but the violent wind,
Did grieve with me, and hate grew in me!
No single day will end, when I won't pray my friend,
That I might live to see you roast in hell, my final word,
Farewell!