Cold darkness of the night and my tranquility
Will take away desirable rest
Sometimes I feel by every pore necessity
That soon I cease to be myself

Obsessed by the wroth, strong and impassive,
I'm like an (captured) animal striking to exist
Once again, in vain I'm trying to wrest
My sanity, out of the madness of the bliss

Marks after claws on the curtains of my dreams
And an icy intention of the [bad word] 
In delirium of my [bad word] visions
I anthemise the sanity [bad word] 

(And that) the other one, he raves about perfection
He sees a thousand ways at deepest night
I play (myself) the role of guide at his reflection
In faceless shadow of eternity and fight...

Next morning I clean off the blood once more
From his wrist as a faithful servant
I recognize him now as my own part,
Night anger's endless far and fervent

I repeat his words so gently as a prayer
And his every gesture [bad word] [bad word] mine,
Exposing memory with edge [bad word] razor
I whisper wily my forgotten hidden crime

Browbeaten and misguided by another mind
He tried to take another step to night
Seeking at the place where violent stormy waves,
Raging gets so strong and gains the height

Noisy surf brought his prey
At morning what's dank and grey.
The crow circling around fears,
Pecked his eyes full of tears.