O, ungrateful existence Which chains the illusion of me To a cell of defective flesh The guests in my soulroom Dwell the horizons no more The weary light of silence Dims into darkness The still landscape of desolation blurs Haunted by a dark soul The wanderer of noise, a hermit Creature lurking in the mist Howling in hopelessness Which turns into blunt anger
Evoke, my inner friend The lonesome daughter of death O, how I love your dead, blind eyes Set my heart ablaze And cast it where it belongs Ease my woe in this meaningless stride The paradise is already collapsing There is no place else to be grasped The death shall liberate all Through the forests and mountains Until we reach the doorsteps Of a gate, leading into oblivion