Minnenes ekko stiller timen
Kneblet i tungsinnets lenker faller jeg ifra
Ikke lenger vil jeg være boltet fast i vemodighetens anker
Men endelig få lengselen slukket - Etter å dra

Drakk jeg for meget av livhåpets [bad word] Tok jeg gledens forfengelighet for gitt
For min strid mot tomhetens smerte - Denne [bad word] Er det eneste ene igjen - Som er mitt

I min ensomhet vet jeg likevel
At jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selv
Derfor er jeg rolig når
Repet [bad word] min nakke

Stumme vitner kan ei gi trøst
Menigmann i gravkorets forsamling vil aldri fatte
Det landet av fortapelse
Jeg egenhendig skapte

Denne intense dragning mot dødens portaler
En vandrende studie i gråtkvalt messe-noir
Behersket siden tidenes morgen
Men noe jeg aldri lot slippe taket - Var sorgen

I min ensomhet vet jeg likevel
At jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selv
Derfor er jeg rolig når
Repet [bad word] min nakke


English translation (Excuse me if any writing errors. The text is quite difficult)

The echoes of the memories silences the hour
Gagged in the heavy mind's chains i fall away
No longer I wan't to be bolted stuck to the anchor of sadness
But finally get the longing 'put out' - After leaving

Drank I too much of the cup of (life)hope
Took I the joy of vanity for granted
Beacause my battle against the emptyness' pain - This death anxietys intoxication
Is the only thing left - That is mine

In my solitude I know anyway
That I have no other to thank but myself
That's why I'm calm when
The rope is tightened around my neck

Mute witnesses can not [bad word] [bad word] man in the funerals choir gathering will never see
The land of the lost
I with my own hands created

This intense drag towards death's portals
walking studie in choked weeped service (as in [bad word] since the dawn of time
But something I never let go of - Was the sorrow

In my solitude I know anyway
That I have no other to thank but myself
That's why I'm calm when
The rope is tightened around my neck