Abandon your senses, as darkness consumes
Hope has abandoned pursuit, you will find no quarter
All things have turned against you
Ye of folly, know that your death is coming
Who will find you when you are scattered ashes
Enter now and hear the decay of the death harmony
Here lies the end of your journey, now breathe your last


Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Lupar, in the year 651 AF.