With a last croaking gasp, I came to you in darkest hournWeak limbs, nearly dead, my misty way seemed endless to mennAn anguished path in dark bohemian woodsnHope to escape the Miasma tracknnHear my words, don't retreat, while others fall I've got salvationnThrough the banned mile I crept, hunted by eyes, I surely know too wellnnMy wounded bones haven't failed till nownAgainst the time that clasped my belovednSentenced to death by the fog of deceasednLike a merciless storm of hellish ragennBy the life of mine, give me the dear serumnBlessed be thy name, in the coming days of our recoverynnIn the days of joy, when a cold wind will arise to scour the land and blow the stench awaynnMy wounded bones haven't failed till nownAgainst the time that clasped my belovednSentenced to death by the fog of deceasednLike a merciless storm of hellish ragennWith a last croaking gasp, I came to you in darkest hournWeak limbs, nearly dead, my misty way seemed endless to me