Kat - W bezkształtnej bryle uwięziony

Suspended over the candle flames
I drank my tears
The wine of that day tasted of bitter
Corpse sulfuric liquor

How little I had...
Seized by the light, captured by the world
By love, by pity
Through the ether of my powerlessness

My being as frost, cold
A grounded floe
In it - snow - was my bread
The glow was the sun

How little I had...
Taken over by the world Captured by the world

Words like ice
Thoughts like ice
Eyes like ice
Bones like ice
Heart like ice

In a shapeless lump trapped for so many years
In a shapeless lump trapped for so many years

Who wove me into the blossoms of lust
At the bottom of a suffering god's grave?

How little I had...
Seized by the light, captured by the world.

Whose funeral is this?
- The wind rustles
Whose funeral is knocking at the door
Life without life
- The wind is rustling
Life without life is knocking at the door

Into the darkness of underground masses
In the shrouds of dark thoughts
I flee from the heavens

My existence like frost, cold
A grounded floe
In it - snow - was my bread
The glow was the sun

How little I had...
Seized by the light, captured by the world

Into the darkness of underground masses
In shrouds of dark thoughts
I flee from the heavens