Life is short, but long in the living Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future Seeking an outlet, a path, in vain
There where that tunnel so familiar And that wall banishing the light Stifling forever the hope of a better day
Curs'd be she who gave me birth Prisoner of life, I await my deliverance I am weary of the struggle for chimeras Of sensing the weight of time, past and future
I began my descent as from that first day This night shall be mine, that of the great leap There will be a war, a key, a door
Faced with the dilemma of the cord Short are the paths which lead me to the tomb
Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet The phobia of the infinite is speedily replaced by darkness
This profound and absolute darkness Which I have dreamed of for so long
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