I rise my hands
As brazen sword to bleed
Monotonous croone
Reaps sorrow from lamented

Sweet oblivion stops
And I close my eyes
In tenebrous history
Those swords they'll rust

The more I bleed

Through me you reign but for I'm myself
The more I see
For me your moon I shall praise
I must seek
Another sleep for my scream
Round the circle
Through, below and between