Through fire and myriads of trials
Born the daimon erect
Exhausted by the tribulations of mundane living
We aren't alive nor dead anymore
Our murky grins, our fatigue shines bright
Like wingless fallen angel
Caressed by the satanic grace
We are finally blessed
Blessed by the blackest light
Sweet are the magic hands of death
The grand consoler of the world!
Within his forceful arms
Sleep is deep and dreamless
Yes, Indeed, he is a welcomе visitor
A quiet and peaceful harbor
Among thе roaring waves of the oceanic life
Of which the outbreak knocks and flushes
The steep and treacherous beaches of death in vain
Happy lonely boat
Floating in the peaceful waters of the black gulf
So much it has suffered from the wild waves of mortal life
Tied within this bay forever
My boat, it does not need any sales, nor it does steering
To this deadly embrace
It will find the quietness it always craved for
Oh death you're welcome
And farewell my body, from which I reaped no sweetness
With every passing second, darkness becomes deeper
Until the oblivion I crave covers me
With lids completely sealed
Surrendered in the coldness of my shroud-clad body
I'm now ready, to be separated