After so long entrails
With a scream of horror
The fountain of dreams dried up
The root of hope withered
A desolate world
An atrocious sky
If I am now the devil, it is my blessing
The days have passed under the shadow of the path
Your songs and devilish cries will resonate in hell
You boldly direct my soul in search of the consolation
Your bitter words like sharp knives
Today they crush my dreams