When I look upon these burialgrounds my heart sighs

Deep is the dark, so it my heart



My black seared heart is the way

from the cold clouds above rains

Dust of death

In my mouth, in my breath



The cold struck urge for pain

Increases the lust to gain

Reign of knowledge

My apcalyptic vision at its very peak



My black seared heart can wait no longer

The force deep desertion has grown stronger