The Win

The Spirit of Death is hovering over my soul,

the child of devils is sneering at me,

Satan himself is to open his jaws,

I am trapped - I have lost my strength.

Scoffers surrounded me,

their spit of wickedness soaks me,

my locks are teared sweeping the ground in the breeze,

I must go away - no,

It cannot happen!

Firmament has been blackened,

let the mighty winds come and rescue me,

the helluva fire leaks me,

I am dead, am I dead?!

Hyena pattin' my neck,

may I get up,

I am paralyzed.

The black angel is biting me,

The shadow of his wings darkens every ray.

The snake must be lifted up.

Greedy vultures came,

stinky air crashes my bones,

let my blood be poured as a ransom,

yet, will they understand?

The devil, keep the shtum!

Your governance is vanishing,

the more savageness you show,

the nearer is your end.

Your end is my alfa,

where the finite ends, there is my beginning,

decide for my alfa,

I'll give you omega and you won't die.

I am alfa and omega,

everything begins in me,

everything ends in me,

If I want, nothing begins,

Do I want, nothin' ends.