As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…
I will embrace the evil.
As I walk through the corpses at midnight…
I will lick the blade clean.
As I kill the children whose parents sleep…
I will create the darkness.
As I place the wives on the sepulcher…
The bodies will scream.
As I lay your soul on the funeral pyre…
I will embrace the darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem