The days are gone already and here lays
The leached ashes which haven't had a funeral
From happiness to pain, just like the hours
Of an endless nightmare, silently I move
My body from one side to another in a constant surplus

My shaking eyes caused by the twisting of my head
Endlessly stare at the image
Reflex from a light torch
Which sad and silent shadow pours over me
It's cold and torturing glace having the pain
And emotion in the deepest of my soul

I'm getting crazy in constant delirium in a madness phenetch
In my lamentation verses
state delirious notes and this madness
Swallows me and its ghostly hate cuts me
marinated in the pain tearful well
I can feel the death bitter taste, which is peering
An wandering an the insanity plain

I find myself in a sad world, victim - like
Pattern as a thousand dead bodies' extinguished image
My soul touches heaven in this deafening silence
So that they will be able to lead me
where my body belongs to
My spirit is fed up of my body morning now I face
The dark and the flame in my heart
Is coldly coming to the an end

I get rid from this dwelling declining to ride
Among angels I leave body to worms in the necropolis
Of those who lay in a permanent glory
I leave body to worms in the necropolis of those
Who lay in a permanent glory
In a permanent glory