"Constrans ma vad sa bat pustiul sumbru
O data ce pe drumul meu cutreier
Tot cautandu-mi calea spre lumina"

[John Milton - "Paradisul Pierdut"]

I deplore this forgery my heart

my tear-stained mind I'll depose
To strengthen your immaculate darkness,
to worship the light that mangles me


In this age of darkness
the souls lie between sickness and death

With my every move I bow to a wall of flesh
Creatures of light - search the shadows
The forever night - always together

Give me my sins - all I have
Creatures of light - God is dead
I now believe...


To fill myself with disillusions
a bitter spasm inside the candle,

Strings that pulled me fall around
the puppets' master writhes in my mind...