As I am softly fading from the meta-existence,

as I am reverting back to the times of old,

I will keep the 0.004% close to my heart.

Dear “κραχτης”, dearest “ταβερνιάρης”

keep your smoky pens tightly shut,

and satiate the hungry beasts.

Unleash them not, onto our lands of holy.

You are truly doing our gods’ work.