I often wondered what could be hidden under 
The sleeping thing that the eyes will never see 
Lost somewhere in the dark water, silent and quiet 
I fear the discharge 

Watching 
Waiting for your sleep, fear the underneath 
Crouching 
Waiting for your sleep, fear the underneath 
The underneath 

The carapace is frail and the peaceful warth of water 
Wraps me up 
Like a protecting [bad word] you never want to escape from 
[The beast waits] 
And receive the freezing [The beast waits] coldness of life 
Torture of your first breath 
The beast waits for you 

Advent of the unknown side 
Once born the entity gnaws each cell of the organism  [bad word] 

The carapace is broken and I am swept along by the current 
Like a gangrened [bad word] vomiting a lifeless fetus 
My feelings are so contradictory 
Unconscious dreads it more than all 

I felt my body slide slowly in liquid without being able 
To prevent it 
Sometimes it's better to watch the external world 
From the underneath 
When you are no more a part of it