Letra de ecorcist (ingles)

O Fortune
like the moon
you are changeable
ever waxing
and waning;
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
as fancy takes it
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.

Fate monstrous
and empty
you whirling wheel
you are malevolent
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.

Fate is against me
in health
and virtue
driven on
and weighted down
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating strings;
since Fate
strikes down the string
everyone weep with me!