Evil Death

Heat in eyes, becoming strong pulse and in head is empty.
Day is without name when you don't know what is what.
You always hear sighs from your body only.

The day is coming already the last day
and the death is doing round above the head.

The tree hacked in stake is your fate
and the body almost half earth purgatory.
You are dying put in the stake.

You are waiting your fate, you are dying.

Better die directly, it is impossible to give back the time.
Stick on by yourself for your cruetly.

Your body gives the sabbath to ravens
flesh they fear of it, stop of hunger.

You have a bad time further, always more,
because you have murdered.
For that you will end your life on a stake,
because you murdered, you are not man,
you are not already man.

The day is coming already the last day
and the death is going round above the head.
The tree hacked in stake is your fate
and the body almost half earth purgatory.
You are dying put in the stake.

You are not men, you are not already man.