The year, the time, come again,
Years ago I begin to shape our meeting,
Do you remember what we stole,
The essence of being alive,
Deathra, I feel fondness in my heart.
The night will arrive, soon to accept,
Before, I’m fighting; I’m surviving odds,
Deathra, I feel fondness in my heart,
All those years in that cage,
I screamed to let me go,
And, one night I stopped fighting,
I gave them what they needed,
Nothing of me! Nothing of me!
Embrace my darkness,
Kiss me on eyes,
Tell me a poem,
As the year, the time, come again,
Years ago I know what I did.