1. The night, the illness, and the shackles,
And the lost, wandering hope,

2. And the passion raging within me,
Unbounded, knowing no limits,

3. And the confusion of thought when
The clouds and thunder veil its sky,

4. And the heart's anguish when dusk falls,
Its provision fire and iron,

5. And the great procession hurrying on
With the zealot driver behind,

6. Pouring hellfire from his whip
That sears the skin,

7. On a path of annihilation
Fueled by wood beneath,

8. A story of colorful guise
Yet its robe is worn and frayed,

9. O fate, you bring nothing new,
Will my eyes see anything new?

10. The names of your calamities
Are contained in your one name,

11. I believed life was feminine,
Loyal and distant by nature,

12. And strangely in her love
I am led to adore her,

13. So, companions on the road, sing,
Perhaps it will bring the far near,

14. Sing, for our burdens are heavy
And the road before us is long,

15. I will sing and regain
What rang in my heart as a hymn,

16. And I will yearn for my hopes
As long as I have life,

17. And I will aspire for my freedom
Though shackled and humiliated,

18. Tell these nights that I am
As steadfast as their events,

19. That despite all I suffer
Of their bitter pains, I am happy,

20. It is enough for me and life
That I am its martyr against injustice.