Eager for stopping to bear our existence
In inequals belief
We'll leave the reclusion
That ourselves have created

Magnanimous knowledge, that at least is revealed
That show us the monotonous and small world
Of every times

Over sea of darkness at least, we'll ship
Leaving behind those sad falsities

Do you hear that whispers, funereal and sorcering voices

Death, greatfull goddess, spill your bane to comfort us
And carry us to the eternal mirth...