Am I born to die?

Leva?
Nej.
Dö?
Ptja, varför inte.

And then i born to die
To lay this body down

And must lie trembling
Spirit fly into a world unknown
And must lie trembling
Spirit fly into a world unknown

Soon as from Earth i go
What will become of me?

Eternal happyness, or woe?
Must then my poor son be?
Eternal happyness, or woe?
Must then my poor son be?

A land of the best shade
I'm pierced by you, my thought

That dreary of the dead Where all things are forgot
That dreary of the dead Where all things are forgot