The rain beats the waves
Between the stones
Only sights
Ever since I glimpsed this Earth
It has been hostile towards me...

Belestial sun...
Spirit of mental riddle...
Without words...
Whose sweetness hurts me...
I will not live...

Lainful words...
You will see, vain desting...
That a geart deprived of blood...
Ban no longer sing...

Half winter...
Half summer...
Exiled...
Deprived of you...

My [bad word] away...
And makes me a slave of the river...
I laugh and I cry...
Life disgusts me...
And I hate myself...

He who I so wanted to love...
Has waged war against me...
Lainful words...
for the vain desting...

Of a heart deprived of blood...
Who wants to see the sky...
And then die...

Answer me, Lords!
Answer me!
I can no longer speak...


Lainful words...
You will see, vain desting...
Of a heart deprived of blood...

Answer me, Lords!
Answer me!