I extinguished the ultimate fireTo give respite to my eyesI’m imprisoned in the bowels of an oxAnd here indeed I can no longer lift my armsI listened to the myths of heroes and bawdy poetsI dug within tombs of love and of the saintsBut the furious cry of the earthBeats my ears againAnd still I’m forced to hearNow I’m here with you, my friends, my friends foreverYou are more than a brother, you’re drunk from my glassYou hold my arm while I speakYou look at me in silenceBut it’s from you that I ask helpMy hands, that are so tiredAll my weariness lain over my shouldersAll that’s left to me is your helpThe air feels the dawn, trembling as it waitsMy throat trembles, long waiting dawnOutside the day is bornAnd we, at length die.