When time has left behind almost all that 
which one would need of life 
That was the beginning of the moments which could be 
called by the abyss, [bad word] darkness where to 
only the most brilliant, 
the self-learned souls opened their gates 

The cold hands, leaking as the mind of the weak 
in this painful distress that someone would name a [bad word]  
all this spiritual work for the devil, the self-sacrifice. 
All this cold time, the prayers and the rites. 

(cho) This life is [bad word] painful 
the [bad word] hybrid of life 
the last voyage of the black soul 
the genocide of the heartless world 

There is no end to this blatant blasphemy against me 
this sharp shattering of my perfect ideal 
forever they follow, forever they breath 
those clockwork [bad word] hounds of profane making 

as the coldness demands my will I am laughing 
the multitude of flies forms a face of the other 
absent skin dresses the unworthy that watch and gnaw 
the searing halo of the mind will surely be my end