Ancamna

Forgive me as death comes, Goddess,
For I have done wrong and unless
I have your protection, I'm lost;
I need always your forgiveness.

I can now sense death's warm nearness,
So it is time that I confess:
I have done so many things wrong,
I have not always been blameless.

Once I hurt a child; more, not less,
I have lied, I have stolen; bless
Me, mother, for I will still sin
Before I die, I am excess.

I am responsible, distress
Is what I have given - express
No shock that I am guilty of
All that I finally express.

I turn to you, our protectress,
My wrongs I seek to now redress,
Before I die or in my next life
Let me undo, never regress.