Death, the saviour

Death, the saviour

Death shall set you free

From the hands of treachery

The endless void you have inside

Only death shall set you free

The words of the elders,

The chantings of the passerby,

The darkness that behest your future

Only death shall set you free.

Too young to die

Yet too old to live

The affairs of human bondage

The claws of evergrowing expectation

Only death shall set you free.