Death creeps up,
So agonizing and slowly
The wine of death pours out of its wounds -
Slowly its source of life runs
Pictures from old times:
When he flew through the air with his brothers,
Majestic, mighty, awe-inspiring
his brain, through a wall of fear of death.
He knows that he has to die.
Nobody can help him, that is the
He is lonely in the desert land.
Darkness envelopes him, the pain subsides.
His heart leaves the rhythm of
His ancestors souls quietly call to him,
A light in the distance shows him the way.
His life given for Mother
Sacrificed for a higher goal.
Pain dissolves, the end is near.
Darkness gives way to the distant light.