Love in the guise of empty purity
Writhing in their graves
Grief has set the stage

Love in the guise of empty purity
This is the end of the hunt
The jackal's on his way

Don't return his gaze
These are the final days
Grief has set the stage

Fight back, fight back
No more time for this
Don't look, don't look

These are final days
Fight back, fight back
Writhing in their graves

I am sick of this
Empty purity
No more time for this

Don't keep silent! We are writhing in our misgivings. Grief has set the stage. Our every breath is vain. Don't keep silent, Oh God, don't keep silent!
Because if you keep silent, I have no reason left to speak.