We come to life as equals, side by side,
The prince and peasant share the selfsame guide.
The child of kings, in silk and golden grace,
Is like the child who dwells in humble place.
And when we leave this fleeting world behind,
Bare graves receive the noble and the blind.
No crown remains, no servant stands nearby,
All lie alike beneath the silent sky.
Our deeds alone will raise us or will fall,
For truth shall judge the hidden hearts of all.
Upon that Day when every soul must see,
The weight of right and wrong eternally.
There wait bright maidens, rivers running wide,
And lofty halls where blessed souls abide.
Or blazing fire where guilty spirits cry,
A burning fate no mortal can deny.
So choose your path while still your days remain,
While nights and dawns still circle once again.
For when tomorrow’s final gate appears,
No soul returns to change its former years.
Your fate shall rest where endless dwellings be:
Either the gardens—or the dark abyss to see.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 3:53 PM UTC
We come to life as equals, side by side,
The prince and peasant share the selfsame guide.
The child of kings, in silk and golden grace,
Is like the child who dwells in humble place.
And when we leave this fleeting world behind,
Bare graves receive the noble and the blind.
No crown remains, no servant stands nearby,
All lie alike beneath the silent sky.
Our deeds alone will raise us or will fall,
For truth shall judge the hidden hearts of all.
Upon that Day when every soul must see,
The weight of right and wrong eternally.
There wait bright maidens, rivers running wide,
And lofty halls where blessed souls abide.
Or blazing fire where guilty spirits cry,
A burning fate no mortal can deny.
So choose your path while still your days remain,
While nights and dawns still circle once again.
For when tomorrow’s final gate appears,
No soul returns to change its former years.
Your fate shall rest where endless dwellings be:
Either the gardens—or the dark abyss to see.
