Led by my own will, I ruled !
Traces on a muddy path, I ruled !
The soul of a tree I got

Paroxysm, megalomania, all ended so sadly.
The ictus of the last shovelful on my coffin's
Wooden breastbone
..won't be my death
As a man ; as a soul ; as a king never begged
Mine is the beauty of the earth
Mine shall be the end...
..and I'm gone
Kiss my icy lips at last,
Idem still am I
Burn these icing flowers for the past that has
Gone
Still, it has been cried far from the heyday my
Star