My path is coming to an end, I have no strength to start a new destination

I can't find happiness, I don't want to fight, my legs shake already

And I feel a constant desire to cry, I see the light in my eyes wither.

I feel that the cold of death touches me subtly, I know that I no longer want to live

I walk through the valley knowing it's the end, I see the skulls smiling around me

But in the sky the stars shine with fervor and, although this in the autumn of my life, the sky gives me its best color.