O Death, merciful, bright as the light.
I reach out to you like you're my gift insight.
For i have not rested my deprived body,
I reckon you, bless me the gift to dream eternally.

Just above the deadly light which we call Life,
The olight of torture which sharp gaze penetrates my eye,
I long for your warm, comforting and once-in-a-lifetime embrace,
I long for you to seal my own fate.

I have still the dirtiness of the past's sinful touch,
The anxiety of the future's road,
The present's grief, sorrow, and regret,
The cycle continues, and I know where it will end.

O Death, merciful, bright as the light.
I reach out to you like you're my gift insight.
As young and frail as I may be,
I beg of you to set me free.

Rest my soul, rest my body,
Rest my eyes, rest my mind,
Rest my heart until it stops beating,
Rest my wounds until they stop bleeding.

(positive note: merry christmas :3)