Listem my voice at the night winds 
touching your face where the lord spit his madness 
remember the glory days at the gardens of your castle 
where the kings quiet at your feets...where kings 
quiet at your feets. 
remember your indiference that killed my soul, 
remember thereґs the returns law made by him to 
punished [bad word] acts of heartless people 

feel the touch of the divine hands making your body 
chill and forever sleep on a carpet of sweet flowers. 

Drink the biter wine of death at the sacred chalice of 
sin and crawl at the black forest, home of impure 
soul, looking for me remembering the glory days at the 
gardens of your castle and kiss my mouth passionately 
redeming all your sins