E noapte; ploua; ploua cu gheata
Dar afara e vara; ce noapte de sange albastru;
E apa, e sunet de sange-nchegat pe covoare,
E sunet de frica, e racoare;
Ploua cu sunet, ploua cu noapte,
Ploua cu fluturi de sange, ploua cu soapte;
E sange, e noapte; e negru si ploua,
Ploua in noaptea de soapte.
E noapte; ploua; ploua cu sange;
E ploaia din urma, din nori se rasfrange
E sange; din negru de noapte, din soapte,
Din vene taiate, e noapte.
E neagra si rece, si arde pe ceru-nnorat,
O ploaie de sange, de sange-nchegat,
Iar corbii se-aduna, oh, corbii mei negri,
Cu ciocul lor sa loveasca in balta de sange.
Asa incepe cum se termina, asa incepe.
Nu-i gheata, nu-i vara, nu-i noapte, nu ploua,
Doar sange se scurge; se scurge, nu ploua, nu-i roua;
E sange, e negru - e negru de sange.
We're crying in the death of shadows
Our lonely darken sky
Riding hope and fear and sorrows
Of the ancient Paradise
Clear the fog of preaching eyes
Of the blurring menace lie
Craving for the blinded death
Of the monsters left alive
Now, that bugs are not in danger
We are nothing else at all
Cause we kill and lie and threaten
Those who try to save our soul
In the desert left of anger
Crying shadows on your wish
Dreaming wasn't left from Heaven,
It was pledged in our dreams
Climbing, our fever tenses
Higher weaker we would get
Cause the flying ice world leader
Wasn't praying for the best
In the roaming of disaster
Crying, screaming, laughing thoughts
Won't be heard in rivers after,
After nothing, all is Death.