The ether is the seduction
I envy your fate
The opportunity of reflection
Isn't for me to see
The philosophy is not for rejection
It appears too late
Trust is the last protection
Am I not to be?
Who am I to judge your dreams of eternity?
Who am I to judge your dreams of sanctification?
Estimate your hegemony opposing to mine will
Give me the advantage of your limiting doom.
Who am I to judge your belief of eternity?
Who am I to judge your belief of sanctification?
As I soon will walk in the valley of the dead
When the spirit yearns without any hope
Then my lack of fate envy your gods
It is too late for me as I now am deceased
There is no cause for regrets
But I wish there will be a path after
