...It was not long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world,nLost in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird...nIs this life the pillor I must bear?nTo grow in this wretched world?n...With hate each day I burn...nThe birds above, they ride the windsnAnd from each piercing talon dangles a soulnnThe stone awaits my fallnUpon a grave I dug myselfnThe birds sing their requiemsnPlease lend me your wisdom to fly above the heavens,nAcross seas of gold, to my land of frostbitten, ageless nightnnLet me dig my own gravenLet me, oh precious noose of minenYou are my mother, whose womb around my necknGrants me a world of cold nihilitynnAn endless winter nightnA bitter, black frozen hellnFor menForever!nnIs this the pillor I must bear?nTo die on this fucking world?n...With hate I die and burn...nThe birds above, they caress the windsnThey lend me the wisdom to fly...