I'm looking for Him in the night in dreary, dead places There where the screams of suffering Fulfill me with relief I'm praying for Him every moment and He is sometimes there in the obscurity Watching me from over there and whispering to me
The fog and Dark calls You forth, from the dark depths and You embrace the living Bringing fear to them, in a form of a dark presage beyond one's depth The one who beholds You becomes demented and trapped between two worlds You are indescribable but still they often talk about You You are the creatures of the night, having numerous faces but with one voice that whispers at night, ... with the freezing fog that brings fears, and suffering...
I feel Him, as an ancient agony which penetrates me, and chills me I hear Him from so far away and so close at once Forasmuch He is there in the dark Forasmuch He has always been there and the black depths open up, after searching for so long...
He haunts me forever, whispering in the dark Through gates his whisper reaches the living And this voice drives to madness those who behold him in the dark A pain beyond one's depth in the eternal darkness
He is the aim, there in the darkness Lurking behind everything Unreachable, still He is here in front of me Elusive, still He embraces me He is the one I'm looking for eternally He is the aim, He is the end