I am now leading my path sanctified for departure
into the shrine where I once summoned thee
I am sealing my destiny to become forgotten
carrying this knife as a final key
I feel like a flower dropping its petals
grass once so green turning red
Something has come to an end
before Sun wakens...
I'll be dead!
When I am attaining the end of my course
my weak flesh is crying for relief
Time has come to complete the trial
forest is offering me her sanctuary
God forgive me
doing this lewdness,
word once made flesh
But I am too tired
yearning something never been born,
to life to bring - for me!
There shall be the end for my dying
There shall be the end for my life
For my life