’ve no time for sleep, the executioner [bad word] at dawn
And the sound of footsteps behind my door hits like a knife
But in my cage enters not the messenger of certain death
But Holy Lie in a black frock

The holy Father brought the word of God into darkness
And promised me miracles of Eternal life
“You’re mortal and you must return to God”
Whispered the priest and lied me in the eyes

“Repent, son
Earthly life
Is prelude to Another.
On the wall
Of your prison
You will see the Holy image”

Night is shorter than day
The day will be my death
World of illusions burns in it
Night is shorter than day
The day will be my death
All that’s alive disappears, such as I

The beatitude of Heaven I will leave to the beggars
The beggars must have the Tsar and God as spirit
I am an earthly creature and in the skies I am not wanted
And to [bad word] with eternity, what’s the use of it?

Let it be if I have to go through the pains of [bad word] 
Let the [bad word] to the execution with all one's might
The shouts of hate will [bad word] my reward
In the hour of death I will not be lonely

The light of dawn
Nestled close to the wall
I hear the sound of keys
That is all
My executioner [bad word] 
With death on his shoulder

Night is shorter than day
The day will be my death
World of illusions burns in it
Night is shorter than day
The day will be my death
All that’s alive disappears, such as I

Night is shorter than day, shorter than day

Night is shorter than day
The day will be my death
World of illusions burns in it
Night is shorter than day
The day will be my death
All that’s alive disappears, such as I