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What seem to be my last hours on the pace of the machines

Just the drops that feed my veins counting the time that's left for me

I see phantoms without faces, all is white and cold around me

Ending in this hospital as a final release from existence

The fever that brings me to trance and that pain which never ends

Wish death takes me in its hands but the road is long and awaited

Senseless words I hear, do they really exist

Seconds seem like years, I feel no more anguish

What I have done.. what I have been

Were that my acts... which led me here

As my flesh is rotting, the Devil breathes to my ears

Alone in my own contempt, alone facing the end

I hear the voice of accusation, nightmares whiten my nights

I dream awaken in this bed waiting for the moment I die but...

I have build a  monument more lasting than bronze

And mightier than the royal palace of the pyramids.

A great part of me will live beyond death

I will keep growing, fresh with praise of posterity.

Non omnis moriar

And I'll dwell under the lights to absorb them all

Non omnis moriar