Pangs of the Heart (G)

Death is inevitable 

 Whoever born is sure to die 

And every one of us is aware of that 

So every one of us laments 

If you have the ears to hear 

You can hear the whole existence crying hoarse 

The laments of the world rend the skies 

And shatters the void 

To forge further worlds 

The creation is an anthology of laments.