Je n'ai que faire de de cet habit de chair qui me dégoûte I will soon blow my brain out So as to reach the blackened light Which rules the eternal night
I want to see my bleeding and decaying body Smelling death and misery Without that sadistic life
Burning my flesh in my doomed coffin My soul dead like the dead My fate as cruel as gods Slow transcending had poisoned my soul Thy will be done, in doom shall I be