Icy wind is blowing between my lips

Wine went sour, froze in my mouth

Together with water in the caves of eternity.

... Thousands of transparent stalactites ...

I can't see why they resound with love songs

Full of perversity

And I don't know why under their glance

I always find so much despair.

I must enter the womb deeper

Before its heart is frozen.

I must find the elemental furnace,

To sacrifice to its limpid fire

And to go up in flames.

I must feel the force

As once in a premonition of bloodshed,

Otherwise we will burn out like sparks

Shot into the depths of night.