Oh, cruel destiny,   is this what you had in mind,   is this where my trail ends.   I think back on what went wrong,   have I not done noble deeds   and been an honourable man.      Behind these prisonbars I hear   the distant cries of a falcon   riding the eternal winds.   I long so to just breath fresh air   and to take a walk in the wild.   Will I ever look upon the sun again.      Chained to hunger and loneliness   inside this filthy dungeons.   I will see my son nomore,   I wish not to be looked upon   since I am not the man I was before.      God of wisdom.   God of knowledge.   I now pray to you;   Save my soul.