The story of my life begins 
of what was once my dying 
Blood is pumping in my hearts 
two of them: one heart never dies

The torture of my life begins 
what is now my fate 
my soul is not reflected 
my soul's determined to be sad

The story of my life begins 
of what was once my dying 
Blood is pumping in my hearts 
two of them one heart never dies 
and when we worship altars 
which honor satan and the blood

The torture of my life begins 
what is now my fate 
my soul is not reflected 
my soul's determined to be sad 
my spirit´s dying sadly 
while heavy snow falls on my grave

The story sentenced me to death 
while holding soft his virgin 
the band of Gypsies played the mort 
while blood [bad word] on my heart

The story of my life begins... 
And we worship altars 
which honor satan and the blood