I´m going down to the ground.
I´m going down to the cold ground.

Where my fathers are lying.
Where I´m going, when I´m dying.

I´m going down to the ground.
I´m going down to the cold ground.

My brothers are waiting, and playing
When I join them, it will be like praying.

The death might be the sun,
that ends up the cave.
The death might be the sun,
that ends up the cave.
The grave ends the cave,
long live the grave.