The strength grown up upon the remains of the wise thoughts The greater faith from the most ancient depths Drenched in blood by the fault of insane Just sleeeping it was and reacking for its tops The call of the macrocosm, a chilling chant When the flask remains the only excuse to stay here Death hasn’t been studied yet and the life still hasn’t died in pain With the knife, with the runes to cut your veins An empty void a temple of endless sleep Infinity and darkness an empty void A song of the ice and the stars that ring on this blackness A touch of cold, an empty void The thread of fate is burning with a brightest light One day it shall get tired of burning And shall fall down, on the wings of glory shall it echo Here is your threshold and Algiz it fell into the shades The stardust is calling to the most distant fars And only our waiting keeps this endless night alive steel cold wind pierces us with its breath Through the pain shall you perceive delight of birth memories Of the greater past are drowning in blood Material world has awaken and touched spiritual cosmos inside War, endless war, where the soul smothers the flesh Where all the creation ruins creator, war, endless war The clocks of my heart counts down the remained days The beginning is gone to the unseen fars to meet the death without regrets To knock at the door yet not to stay, just to look back and simple to the gods Then to return to the coldness of cosmos Now live in the flame of everydays suffering is it the punishment Solitude and the seeds of revelation it’s my Weltanschauung