Mkrtich Naghash. (№ 354719)

Not to avoid me and this lot:
My soul will trinetta from the body
And go on in that terrible, without limit
Long journey to God knows where.
Will surround the soul of the hosts of demons are different,
A terrible essence, the face is ugly
Even scarier doubt those dangerous
That the demons instilled in me sometimes.
My soul will be in their power,
Promising her only troubles and misfortunes,
And my soul is torn to pieces,
To her the abyss, to disappear without a trace.
Those demons with hellish anger in his eyes,
Will start a fire whale and hooks to get along
Spin will be the front and rear,
Everywhere - left, right - that's the trouble!
In that world close, the world his glowering
Evil souls will have flown away,
Shame burdened, sinful,
Not waiting in the life of the last judgment.
And, showing a devilish effort,
Remember demons all my acts
And I will prepare the punishment
For whom and abandoned me here.
But before the devil gets hold of
My soul, like the body of Moses,
Perhaps, says the angel, scattering the darkness:
"The Lord forgives him forever!"