| Chill is dripping silently, | 
| I am drowning in myself. | 
| My hope has left me alone and barren, | 
| my grave — the only loving place. | 
| I hate my own loathsome smell, | 
| this stench and old-age and maledorous fear. | 
| How I hate each mortal cell that is rottingly | 
| existing deep inside of me… | 
| I cannot bear the sun so I close me eyes, | 
| it is the perfect day to end this wretched life. | 
| Give me the reason to life so that I might laugh | 
| at least I’ll try in bitterness… | 
| Stop the waiting, the cruel waiting for nothing. | 
| All I want is to forget, finally | 
| in Sleep of Death… | 
| I could die just like a christian. | 
| I could fade away in sleep | 
| but I want to die for someone, | 
| for the one who waits for me. | 
| I long to be a sacrifice for the Lord, | 
| my Lord of the Darkest Side. | 
| Everyday is a perfect day, a perfect day for suicide!!! | 
| Deliver me from the mindless crowd | 
| when steps grow dumb behind my back. | 
| Save me from their poisoned locks | 
| harassing like daggers through my neck… | 
| Here, where it’s like hell to exist | 
| only Death can bring salvation. | 
| Please, release me from my chains that crucify me to my eternal tribulation. | 
| Here, where even my own image is spitting, | 
| where I have to hide my face. | 
| Where the distress seems so endlessly, | 
| in this god-forsaken place… | 
| In a former time in a long forgotten place, | 
| when the masks and the faces had been identical twins. | 
| As our sanctuaries were locked to hypocritical lies | 
| now befouled they lay bare as they stalked in so well gisguised… | 
| Suicide, sweet suicide | 
| deepest darkness veils my eyes… | 
| Suicide, sweet suicide | 
| jet-black darkness clouds my mind… | 
| Suicide, sweet suicide | 
| Deepest darkness in my heart… | 
| Suicide, sweet suicide | 
| my unclean soul, I know no light… |