Žodžiai dainai: Lemuria. As I Die....

As I hold my breath,
With my hand on my heart.
I face the wind,
Carrying your scent, tearing me apart.

I gaze at the landscape,
For a sign of life.
I close my eyes,
As I reach for my knife.

Come my friend, fight no more.
Free yourself from this tortured life.

My blade, shimmering in the sun,
Bringer of light.
Sits poised in my hand,
Feeling my might.

As it turns, gleaming, flashing.
I look to the sky.
Freedom awaits me,
So I must die.

Come my friend, give up now.
Free yourself from this tortured life.

Falling, spiralling down,
Descending into madness.
Deciding my own fate,
Leaving this world of hate behind.

Far away, I hear an echo.
An angels voice is calling me.
Carried on the whispering winds.
It reaches me before my blade.

Falling, spiralling down,
Descending into madness.
Deciding my own fate,
Leaving this world of hate behind.

A song flies through the valley.
In my mind I recognize.
A familiar chant, so close to me.
I cannot fathom this impossibility.

Come my friend, give up now.
Free yourself from this tortured life.

Is this real.
Or is it a dream?
I hear my beloved call.
Shall I yet be redeemed?

Hope on the horizon.
As I hold my breath.
Though I can't see my love.
I no longer choose death.

The fool! He fails to see,
My gift of immortality.
I shall make him understand,
Or I shall burn his fatherland.

Falling, spiralling down,
Descending into madness.
Deciding my own fate,
Leaving this world of hate behind.

Freedom!

I will not die!
You will now die!