A vagabond, embraced by the filth of the mankind's waste
Gazed upon the day with tainted bliss, will I stand?
For death's grip is assured, longing for the yesterday's blaze.
Vermin from the streets welcomed me with grand.
Stiletto with rusted blade as I walk, I never heard the words.
With blood stained dreams we shared by their swords.
A gold for the preacher's head, a justice fulfilled with dread.
A magistrate to decapitate, a rotting foundation of the state.
Winter had played me within this cellar door
Still, a glimpse was all it took to restore ones' core
A soul with an essence of a distant tranquillity
Diminish the resistance, eradicate all frailty
"Countess of all fare and beauty, what have you brought? "
A dame, "from this lofty towers, I saw thy anguish."
On the top of the cathedral walls yet you are relinquished
Lost within the past, hopeless for nourishment
How you missed your path to someone's heart
Charm with golden chains, thy name carved on it.
Let the dagger rest, for tomorrow shall never wait.
O' such pain flows, run away from the pit!
As the head rolls, how you cure to desolate.
Prison of Sorrow, will you stand before me?
Your sight was mine, hearts roars with frigidity.
Eyes wide and body tightens, can you feel me?
To forsake what's wrong or right with glee
"Duke of the Broken, what have you brought? "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem