When the black angel come search my soul 
My prayers must be heard for some god 
Among the sky, earth or sea 

My sick heart has lost its will to live 
I'm at death's door 
But my life is beyond my death 

Chrous: 

I saw a skeleton in a dark shroud 
Armed with a scythe 
This is personification of death 
For the life and for the death 
Forever I'm alive 

Tormentum Aeternum 
But something is wrong 
I'm dying 

My prayers were heard for a God 
He spoke in low tone the following words 

"Exurgente mortius at ad me vinient, 
ego sum, te peto et videre queo" 

After this torment 
I'm alive again 
No sooner said than done 
My soul is as impurity as the one who helps me