In the I lies the martyr, the willing sacrifice Stand before the self destructive sadist Hand him the knife Because he owns the illusion In pain revel
Vrid dig du i illdjanrs vargvilda skote Ty trotset locker till trolska drommar Den jungfrulika maran ser dagen do Da i skymning susar tusendets vasen
In solitude, in absolute silence With a candle lit I drink to die Mournful shadows dance upon the torn walls Whispering voices moans the time is right
Born into a world of human misery In vain you search for a meaning Pointless, life is a curse All colors fade to grey As life slips away You lick the
While wandering the heathen planes of Thule A wind of the free, began moaning to me Mournful whistle, an anthem forlorn Ancient, hateful and mighty So
Samvetslos irrar den ododa En ringdans i ett heligt spel Han ar sa fri som en fjattrad Och irrar den ledes led Nattsvart nalkas en gryning Olusten soker
Lagd i frusen jord pa hostens kant Bland kala trad i dodens lund Manskligt forakt ? misantropi Sorgens makt ? melankoli Dubbel sjal ? schizofreni Elins
[Originally By Candlemass] I'm sitting here alone in darkness Waiting to be free, Lonely and forlorn I'm crying I long for my time to come Death means
En barndom har slocknat Sa klagar klockan Sotsvarta faror Ett brunet falt Den likbleka modern Dodbringarens vals Hon placerar eggen Far saret att skalva
