Of those meters that are familiar, whose wounds still bleed the step grows rare
And the hand stands up to the grave, till it withers and begs
If you're a harlot, I'm a pervert
Either tricks spoiled by the other
Spit your mouth clean, your devil to the ground
It will rise and you will become a ruin of life
Enjoy the presence of your rage
Sowing the seed of devilry
A soul lost in the vaults of the body, will be brought to the black water
Colds ¤ bodies until the spring, swaddled until the grave
A soul lost in the vaults of bodies, brought to the black water
If your wills can be chosen or beaten, the name will only remain in stone
once
Your blood from the blood of another
A bone breaks, another breaks
Rope is woven from life
A post twisted in blood
A lever arm from the spine< br/>Meeting each other, mischievous and soulless
Exchanging glances empty disappointed
Two unworthy entwined into one
An echo calls from beyond the border
A soul lost in the vaults of the body, to black put into the water
Cold bodies until spring, swaddled until the grave
A soul lost in the vaults into the body, put into the black water
If your wills can be chosen or carved, the name remains in stone only
once