Rotten messages of chaos, of sorrow, of phantoms The templated apparition fails to amuse every time
Yet, I wish upon you, inscrutiating pain Bleeding to death in the snow, hold not on to life, let it go Entrails in the snow marks murder, the killing of you
I take the knife and cut you again, the water of life runs down your chin Your face is painted crimson red, the essence of life lies therein The cold chilling mass is growing, the hour of winter has come Your body will be found in the mountains, after life you’ve finally come home
Mocked me in my hour of glory Ridiculed me (in my) crescendo of hope Mocked me in my thirst for glory
A winter so cold destroys your life as you did mine Your friends all abandoned you, and what did they find? Backbiting, masked speech spread to the world A cold spear impaled in your head For the hateful things you said