«My Death»

Through the burning haze of fever

I see the contours of his face

My Death, I see him, he's nearer

Pulling me into his embrace.

His cold white hand will lay upon my brow

And cool it with his gentle touch.

My last hot kiss to him I will bestow

And he will grant me peace I longed so much.

His breath will calm the throbbing of my heart

Dry coughs, sharp pain, all this will disappear.

On the stage of life I'm finishing my part

My curtain falls, but I don't feel any fear.

My Death...

He has your face, your voice.

My murderer - my savior and my pain

To die in torment is a better choice

Then try to live without you once again.

I will break free from the steal chains of the jail

I willingly have locked myself within.

And it might seem to others that I fail,

But Death and I, we know : for truth, I win.