Mithotyn

Oh, cruel destiny,

is this what you had in mind,

is this where my trail ends.

I think back on what went wrong,

have I not done noble deeds

and been an honourable man.

Behind these prisonbars I hear

the distant cries of a falcon

riding the eternal winds.

I long so to just breath fresh air

and to take a walk in the wild.

Will I ever look upon the sun again.

Chained to hunger and loneliness

inside this filthy dungeon.

I will see my son nomore,

I wish not to be looked upon

since I am not the man I was before.

God of wisdom.

God of knowledge.

I now pray to you;

Save my soul.