Death surrounds me cutting like a knife piercing my flesh,
Cutting deeper than ever thought could be possible,
Aiming for my heart to rip it from my chest
Because death can do that without mortal fear
Making people suffer every single year
Death is not just a human thing
It’s something that every thing shares
But they’re not truly dead as long as we remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and who would know better than the Count himself.. such dead words.