So the eyes of fire phantom created from awesome magic.
I have hatred that flies high on the dusk's wings.
I have scarlet cloak that protects me from the light.
I have misty phantoms in a white incense smoke.
I have temptations driven away from God's garden.
From this stone that touches my consciousness I shall make a fistul of ashes.
I have immortal might that bursts so rapidly.
I have madness that caresses mind and body.
I have memories that burn with their redness.
I have dreams that burn with no relief.
Madness memories dreams,
Hatred memories dreams.
So the eyes of fire phantom created from awesome magic.
From this stone that touches my consciousness I shall make a fistul of ashes.
Madness memories dreams,
Hatred memories dreams.
Madness memories dreams,
Hatred memories dreams.
From this flame that burned for me into the night,
I shall vanish.
From the passion I shall vanish from the passion,
From the passion... From the passion... From the passion.
I have awareness that distorts my face deriding.
I have uncalmed sorrow in [bad word] 
I have grief in silent cry of universe.
I have curse that kills with icy dagger.