- In My Tomb
My Home is the Tomb
In the captivity of the Holy Land
I don`t see a Light for ages
In the cramped caske
t I don`t see the Sun and the sky
There is Realm of Death
Only demons talk with me here!
Way back don`t be here, but in my cramped box
- Memorial To Suffering
This Pain remainds of Doom
The roaming is aimless
Beeng uncertain is accompanied
By loss of a vital power
So We make them
So We make the monsters
Who are the results of our
Morbid imaginations
- No One Remains
Everybody is dead, nobody lives with me, nobody is here to help me
I'm quiet alone at present...
Is there a meaning in my life, my stupid life now!
There is one joy left to me: to wait for my death!
It's so painful! I'm pained to realize my solitude on the Earth. It's dark...
Why? Why does it happen to me?
I am in pain, my heart is heavy, I am in fire
I feel bad, my mind has killed, it is despair...
- Rover of Sin
I could see Your Light once upon a time
And looked at the Sun till the darkness had blinded me.
Light lost!
I said to satan: Be master of my soul
And sin penetrate into me
Woe to me!
"Everyone who keeps on sinning is a slave to sin"
We are all rovers of sin!
- The Weeping of Unborn Children
The Bruts who have taken from their own lifes the enjoyment
Are disposing of other lives now! Yes, they do it. It's a pity
They are merciless killers comiting deadly sins
They give terrible death to their own children
Doom to Torment and Sorrow theirs and themselves too!
It's a weeping, here is a graveyard!
The children who haven't been born die in pain
This is a predestination