Je n'ai que faire de de cet habit de chair qui me dégoûte
I will soon blow my brain out
So as to reach the blackened light
Which rules the eternal night
I want to see my bleeding and decaying body
Smelling death and misery
Without that sadistic life
Burning my flesh in my doomed coffin
My soul dead like the dead
My fate as cruel as gods
Slow transcending had poisoned my soul
Thy will be done, in doom shall I be