To those whom I miss,
And to those would miss me

Life is short, but long in the living 
Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future 
Seeking an outlet, a path, in vain

There where that tunnel so familiar 
And that wall banishing the light 
Stifling forever the hope of a better day

Curs?d be she who gave me birth 
Prisoner of life, I await my deliverance 
I am weary of the struggle for chimeras 
Of sensing the weight of time, past and future

I began my descent as from that first day 
This night shall be mine, that of the great leap 
There will be a war, a key, a door

Faced with the dilemma of the cord 
Short are the paths which lead me to the tomb

Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet 
The phobia of the infinite is speedily replaced by darkness

This profound and absolute darkness 
Which I have dreamed of for so long