The sad, saturnine bride
And a starless, hollow night
This sardonic smile of the moon
like a gibe for my ruth
Look at me, what do you see?
There's no religion for me
I don't belong nor to this
World, nor to afterlife
Within his nightpiece I finally found rest
My immortal Master is all I request

God, grant me death tо appreciate my life
God, grant me repentance to taste delight
Be careful, don't break my thin
Stone-cold, porcelain skin
See the abyss in my eyes
like a sleep of paradise
Leave your weary shell
You don't know