Texty: Penitent. Despair.

A deadly suffering filled with pleasure.
A necessity giving you the breath of life.
Behind the black mask...
Beyond the night.
In silent solitude one dwells in sadness.
Death smiles to me... laughs at me.

A millennium of nights shall be mine.
Desperate is the senselessness of time.
An ocean of darkness.
Unbearable is the pain of doom.
A wretched beast of remarkable dreariness.

The feeling of being abandoned caught me.
A loneliness calmer than any emotion.
The deadly silence.
A suffering expressing the most exquisite beauty.
I felt lost... Almost desperate.