Icy wind is blowing between my lips

Wine went sour, froze in my mouth 

Together with water in the caves of eternity. 

... Thousands of transparent stalactites ... 

I can't see why they resound with love songs 

Full of perversity 

And I don't know why under their glance 

I always find so much despair. 

I must enter the womb deeper 

Before its heart is frozen. 

I must find the elemental furnace, 

To sacrifice to its limpid fire 

And to go up in flames. 

I must feel the force 

As once in a premonition of bloodshed, 

Otherwise we will burn out like sparks 

Shot into the depths of night.