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, dismembering myself, 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