End of Thy Existence

Born to Die, this impious life is painful
Let the fire Proliferate everywhere
Let the placid earth be reduced to ashes
I wish I could slit the throat of a lamb
And wash all my imprudence with thy Holy blood
Let the blood flow all over my body
Consecrate the Soul and corroborating my non existence
From the wrath of this scorching malevolent earth.
Hail O! Lord who seeks thy Holy Blood.
On a full moon when the sacred forests succumb
The cold winds infests the Trees with their malady
Ending my world which disseminates to a new verve.