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The cold air shattered myself

It has blown already for years...

I am torned open

It has destroyed my childish joy

Living paradox, leaving me only with hatred towards the Children of God

This cold air....

In the depths of the night I wander

(wander in the night)

Crawling through shadows, living with the ghosts

Hating humans, hating life

Forever comes togheter... into suicide

Damned be the flesh where I came from.

I am wandering alone, embracing solitude

The warm smell of blood is what I feel

So again I see the cold shining of my dagger

Glowing on my skin

Dying, under the freezing moon.