We leave this world with only what we came into it, 

Save the loves known and the scars upon our soul.

So waste not the time you have on trifles, 

On vanity, on wealth. 

And woe to you who weave deceit,

Leaving a legacy of lies and love rejected, 

Of cruelty and false face.

For nothing gained in dishonesty will have substance, 

Nor can it be kept, 

And it will turn the soul a dreadful black, 

In the end to be scattered in the darkness of the empty

No love of god to save you.