Through the secret mist,
The sunrays beam into my eyes
An rising up into eternal skies
Far horizons fading up, close to the eldery
Never chose another way
Born to die, living my pain away,
And everything i say, is on the wane to paradise
Now we fly into the skies of mystic haze into our eyes
You will drink your sisters cup
A cup large and deep
It will bring scorn and derision
For it holds so much
You will be filled with
Drunkeness and sorrow
You will drink it and drain it dry
Born to die, living my pain away