Lets the longing tears flow
Cultellus always helps me
To complete the “wistful” work
That I once began at the foot
Cut, dig, cut, dig
like the devil dig, cut
I cut my way up
Whenever I'm homesick
I cut off a piece of it
That I bury deep in the forest
Little by little I descend
Lie spread across a thousand graves
Visit me yourself and bring me blood
Until the hand that divided me
In one these graves are resting
My body is melting
The number of graves is increasing
Just a few more cuts
No, Cultellus is not getting enough
One piece at a time Piece cuts up the remains
Until it has eaten me
Dig, cut, like the devil
I have to hurry, dig faster
Because I know what remains here on earth
One day it will be eaten by the rats
And the ravens
Whenever I feel homesick
I cut off a piece of it
That I bury deep in the forest
Step by bit I climb up I go down
Lie spread across a thousand graves
Find myself and bring me blood
Until homesickness, like my flesh
Rests in one of these graves

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