In the deep and frozen soil,
In the dead of night,
Look at this strange gothic foil,
And seek safety in flight!

It's not hard to mortify,
It's not hard to die!
Noctiflorius light
Doesn't help to glide!

Refrain:

Crows, so many crows,
I see in the clouds!
Their damp scream
Said to me, that
The dead and [bad word] wind 
was here!

In the abyss and fog,
Hatered and disgust,
Life as the hands 
of the mortal clock [bad word] to bloody end so fast!

It's not hard to mortify,
It's not hard to die!
Noctiflorius light
Doesn't help to glide!

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