Wretched and alone, but now truly alone! Son no more, a mother’s tears have no place ‘til vengeance be sought. Rage and sorrow mix, and only bloodbath could quell. For treasure and glory are only good with those to share. Now share in pain for missing kinsmen. Share in the sorrow and return me remains! You rip my child’s life and trophy you shall not keep. My remains is all that is left. You think I gloat, but only rage and pain arise. More misery you shall suffer. Understand the despair my waters suffer now. Without company, alone I suffer. Though pain extends, revenge feels unfulfilled. Stuck down so quick, such a person could not have torn my son from life. You who dare to come here, something tells me it is you. Your boasts are to fail! Strength means nothing under rage, for mine is greater.
True vengeance will be made. Just die and meet the same end. Die, so I and son may rest in peace of your demise! With vengeance in sight, that too grasped from me! Can death take my woe and rage? In my last moments, I curse you! May your luck dry and life follow swift. Feel the pain I suffer before you die. Revenge no more, I also no more. My son made a mockery and so sorrow follows even after death.