This field turns grey
As time rust; old in his hut
My deeds alone and stamped
It's all come to end
My sweat and tears
The coals and spikes
Persecution in pains and terror
My soul and flesh left pleasures of flesh
Eyes blind to diamonds and gold
Embracing the masters call
Fulfilling the masters task
Dead now comes its own
Its now, my time of smiles
As my body lay to rest
I will die once and once I thus will die
For my deeds, I shake not with hades
My works burn not to ashes
I thus be crowned in heaven with life forever
My dead comes not with tears but joy
They say dead, I say sleep
For I know I will die once and once I thus will die
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