My sorrow could not be more deep...
My companions lie before my feet...

My friends no longer fight by my side...
God has taken them, in his stride...

I journey on with shield of white...
I would cry, if I might...

I venture forth, with all my might...
I'll not give up, without a fight..

I journey on towards my doom ...
For surely soon, I'll meet my tomb....

I kneel before their horrid pit...
Where chains are clasped, where I sit...

I raise my hands high to the sky...
For now, I really want to die...

My sorrow could not be more deep...
I prey to God, my soul to keep...