When I die, oh when I'm gone,
The Blessed and the Damned'll sing along,
and the Good Lord'll sing His song,
and Beelzebub'll join along,
'Cause It's all over,
It's all ended,
No one won 'cause no contest was entered,
and the Ocean blue and the Forest Green,
and all life begins to sing,
...'Oh what a joy the end will bring.'
And in the Golden Palace,
and the Fiery Depths,
men and women and children weep,
but don't mistake their joy for fear.
The relief of ending has filled their souls,
and all they can do is shed their tears.
When I die, oh when I'm gone,
The Blessed and the Damned'll sing along,
and the Good Lord'll sing His song,
and Beelzebub'll join along.
'Cause it's all over, it's all ended,
no one won 'cause no contest was entered,
and the Ocean deep and the Forest Old,
and all life begins to sing
'Oh what a joy...the End will bring.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem