The evil now has [bad word] a part of me..
My blood.. My resurrection.. My salvation

The shadow falls upon us,
the ground dries up, the sun dies,
and the forest smiles at me..
The torment take me (mortua)
to contemplate the pain and suffering..
To be able to inject into myself,
they sould not die but amalgamate at my damned soul..
futile human enslaved by the hypocrisy of this world - carve my heart, never so bright.

... I don't feel carnal pain, the dark spirit that rises from my opened flesh covers me
... and collects every drop of blood

That my poor heart had poured in vain by following a false light...
frost materializes and cradle me in this state of deep relief,
oh mightly lord of the night,
darkness emperor, praise to you and your kingdom...
I give you the red tears of my heart, my last tears,
because don't pour ever more...

Protect me, take me, love me... in eternity...

And I [bad word] the guardian of your kingdom