Simulation of death, lethal outcome,
To us already late to kindle an ice,
Drops of blood, flow down silently,
to beat a head about a wall, and only,
Birds have fallen asleep all, children are quiet,
As you have rushed, and days have flown
And how many costs there self-years?
And how long from a pain to groan? Memory to lose?
During death, you I understand!
Under our program, I escape!