The pain is living inside my soul,
And I can't move, can't even think.
I see I am becoming stone,
Becouse sometimes I did the sin.
My life is gone, my death is near
My door. It knocks and knocks again.
But I'm not weack, I have no fear:
I'm not afraid of endless pain.
I've seen the death, I've known the grief,
I've met bad people in my life;
I've lost my way and my belief.
So I must go... So I must die...
In time of need you will recall
My name, my face, my hands, my soul.
But I'll be dead, and I will rot
Until my heart's eaten by worms.