If you follow my missing footprint
You’ll find my rotten figure
You’re an [bad word] person
Bury yourself in the crowd of corpses
Don’t have even despair here

I'm lorn breaker
You're lost player

Violently spat in the ground a grotesque fetus that is screaming
“Honey”… Please stop
Under the source sun, the countless fair bleeding
Good is already dead, killing the others

Ah, the ark is opening silently the candle
Leaving all behind, to die
Now I’ll be waiting and praying for freedom
Till I have reach all they

I’ll see nightmares disappearing soon and my fall will get from my heart
What should I do? I don’t know