Under the crescent moon
I am ready for my funeral
Where the black trees cries
At the sulfur lake
Eyes for the crows
Soon nothing will be left
The stench of rotten flesh
In are with death
Under the crescent moon
I am ready to die
Free of ties
The end of an imposed existence
I watch as my soul strengthens
The force that is obtained from the blood
More alive in my last breath than ever
A raw smile of abandoning what bound me