In the passing time of the spring of his life.
His stumbling blocks to safety fall.
The black death to the farm itself then sought
And brought hands on mother and father.
A dark time alone to ride out.
With missing oath and hunger pressing in.
He is afraid that life rises shall reach its end.
Thinks can be saved with thieves' teachings.
Friend till death is said numb mind lingers
All too long ago sentenced to the Stupagrave.
A lost soul travels the path of darkness.
All too long ago sentenced to the Stupagrave.
Shackled in chains for crimes he has committed.
Of the king's men to the crown faithful.
A grim choice with violent agony
His forehead is marked with the executioner's signum.
Around his home no friend can be seen.
Like a monolith on a barren and gloomy meadow.
He wishes life's path will reach its end.< br/>In a drinking glass the confidence seeks.
Friend to death is said numb mind lingers
All too long ago condemned to the stupa count.< br/>A lost soul travels the path of darkness.
All long ago sentenced to the stupa count.

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