I'm so sad,

That the great dark waves of winter on the south, have heard my screams

And wonders who's challenging the masters of agony?

And therefor are coming to The North!

I'm so hurt;

That the doomed dead of the whole unfair wars have heard me crying,

And cheered up  that they now know the stages of pain
That they have been lucky not to ever reach!
I'm so broken, 
That the holy mountains of the deserts have heard me cracking;
And are now frightened;
That my yells will reach their roots;
And from their high thrones over the Earth;
Will be down Overthrowen!

I'm so darkened,
That the glooms of the poles have seen my shadows
And are now scared,
That I may swallow the light mourning
And then, from grey to infinite darkness they shall join me!
I'm so lost, that the angels of death are now worried,
 That my soul is already lost;
 And from death, I shall be an unreached task
And from life I shall be forbidden!

I'm so down, 
That the saints from heaven had known
And demands to The Lord have been held
So they will come down 
And a path for me to lead  they will draw
I'm tired apart; 
That the legends are scared, 
That my tale will be told
And they shall be forgotten!