| The sad, saturnine bride |
| And a starless, hollow night |
| This sardonic smile of the moon |
| like a gibe for my ruth |
| Look at me, what do you see? |
| There’s no religion for me I don’t belong nor to this |
| World, nor to afterlife |
| Within his nightpiece I finally found rest |
| My immortal Master is all I request |
| God, grant me death t appreciate my life |
| God, grant me repentance to taste delight |
| Be careful, don’t break my thin |
| Stone-cold, porcelain skin |
| See the abyss in my eyes |
| like a sleep of paradise |
| Leave your weary shell |
| You don’t know So go to hell! |
| Love displaces everything, |
| Redeems any sin |
| O, this way will be starrified |
| Sable seeds, argent light |
| Within his nightpiece I finally found rest |
| My immortal Master is all I request |
| God, grant me death t appreciate my life |
| God, grant me repentance to taste delight |
| God, grant me death t appreciate my life |
| God, grant me repentance to taste sacred delight |