That one who has gone in the night, in deep distance
Closed in the Circle and possessing knowledge
But refusing this You, living as heathen, pitiful and unhappy
You, possessing him, will die rejecting recovery
Spiral staircase of the cave leading downstairs
And become acquainted with torments of oblivion
Who is me? Brain and Pain Angry and Rains
Who is me? This long a Path Dust of Stones
Who is me? Sigh with cry awaiting mankind
Who is me?