The strength grown up upon the remains of the wise thoughts
 The greater faith from the most ancient depths
 Drenched in blood by the fault of insane
 Just sleeeping it was and reacking for its tops
 The call of the macrocosm, a chilling chant
 When the flask remains the only excuse to stay here
 Death hasn't been studied yet and the life still hasn't died in pain
 With the knife, with [bad word] to cut your veins
 An empty void a temple of endless sleep
 Infinity and darkness an empty void
 song of the ice and the stars that ring on this blackness
 touch of cold, an empty void
 The thread of fate is burning with a brightest light
 One day it shall get tired of burning
 And shall fall down, on the wings of glory shall it echo
 Here is your threshold and Algiz it fell into the shades 
 The stardust is calling to the most distant fars
 And only our waiting keeps this endless night alive
 steel cold wind pierces us with its breath
 Through the pain shall you perceive delight of birth memories
 Of the greater past are drowning in blood
 Material world has awaken and touched spiritual cosmos inside
 War, endless war, where the soul smothers the flesh
 Where all the [bad word] creator, war, endless war
 The clocks of my heart counts down the remained days
 The beginning is gone to the unseen fars to meet the death without regrets
 To knock at the door yet not to stay, just to look back and simple to the gods
 Then to return to the coldness of cosmos
 Now live in the flame of everydays suffering is it the punishment 
 Solitude and the seeds of revelation it's my Weltanschauung