My absurd life is very stupid whim,
And it will be more wearied if you want,
And I shall interrupted if you win,
My soul's a little present for my God.

I'm very weak, can only prey and cry,
And you control me, frighten me or kill,
But tell me, don't ignore my question ,
Why i'm your slave and you're my blessed sire?

My death can wait, but execution - not.
I've closed my eyes and selected my path
Eternal night, I'm sorry, but I'm lost,
My fall is only success in your craft.