So the eyes of fire phantom created from awesome magic

 I have hatred that flies high on the dusk's wings
 I have scarlet cloak that protects me from the light
 I have misty phantoms in a white incense smoke
 I have temptations driven away from god's garden

 From this stone that touches my consciousness I shall make a fistul of ashes

 I have immortal might that bursts so rapidly
 I have madness that caresses mind and body
 I have memories that burn with their redness
 I have dreams that burn with no relief

 Madness memories dreams
 Hatred memories dreams

 From this flame that burned for me into the night
 I shall vanish
 From the passion I shall vanish from the passion
 From the passion from the passion from the passion

 I have awareness that distorts my face deriding
 I have uncalmed sorrow in endless complaint
 I have grief in silent cry of universe
 I have curse that kills with icy dagger