...through the cold breaths Once called: the living! Abandoned the carnal shape of mortal - into light-path... Darkened by the shades, Strong virtue (s.a.t.a.n.), majestic...
Once... Forsaken man - believed god, In own plague arise and fell.
Where voice of yours echoes through the mist, A deaf listener awaits And he, behold, poorly tries your words to serve, As they never appear..
Glorifying, seeing you as highest, The trace without a reach Yet stabbed you cry, Tragically remained...
