| By freezing nights of wind and rain, |
| a pale corpse is gazing at the moon |
| Mortified to solve the secret |
| and find the purity this time |
| To blow off my tortured soul… |
| The ugliness inside… |
| Today the few that’s left for me |
| is tainted with blood and ugly thoughts |
| And even in centuries, pain will forever remain |
| A statement of a wasted life, |
| darkness turned to grey sorrow, |
| under the silver starlight |
| No Flower nor wreast, no cry no regret, |
| just let me rot, that’s enough for me |
| To blow off my tortured soul… |
| The ugliness inside… |
| Those nights of despair seem to never end |
| Drowned in illusion, cut from any life |
| All has been so grim so far |
| Death awaits, it’s time to day |
| Stillborn or already dead? |
| One night I’ll rip this life like a big sow! |
| I ask for no pardon as I soon get what I deserve |
| And remember all I’ve done… I’ve done it against myself. |
| Everything’s so ugly now, I hate what surround me, moon… I’ll miss you |
| No flower no wreast, no cry nor regret, |
| just let me rot, that’s enough for me. |
| To blow off my tortured soul… |
| The ugliness inside… |