Mornings always take breathes,
Ask the last will to survive,
The sun stabs in the back,
Sickness comes crawling again,
Deathra, who I think of to keep,
You blessed me with touch of death.
Eyes see the Sterling Queen gazes,
Heart longs the death which cheated,
Liebe talks of love I hide from her,
Deathra sits on throne and drinks wine,
What suffering I am blessed with,
Don’t look for answers anymore,
You become the darkness,
I embrace the light darkening.
Let them wait, mistress,
That night will come,
Don’t cry on nights,
Mornings always brings hope.