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