We are born to die
We will never leave
This world alive
The angel of death
Will have to wait
While I lay here
And hate
Soon my soul Will
Rome free into the
Sea of Stars to see
what their is To see
Death will hold
Nothing knew to
Me for I have seen
What is to be, just....
The death of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what their is To see -? Just an example, didn't like it, grammar.