Compositor: Profanus Damasus
Through my window, I see a dark, devastated world
Devastated and destroyed by man, who is never satisfied with what he already has
From inside my room, I see mists, an endless fog that emanates over the ground
Covering the whole world with misfortunes. It is God's dissatisfaction with his own creation
Through my window, the flames burn the world, enter the soul
Consuming you like a parasite in which you are the host
These flames burn your soul, destroying everything
Giving space for renewal through your baptism of blood in the black Moon
Perhaps there is hope, but not
Through my window, darkness takes over
Covering the whole world with an unshakable darkness
In the cold night the Moon freezes everything, desecrating the scum of its own inhabitants
There is no time to save yourself, it is too late, you are possessed, you can no longer lament
This night will kill me, what can I do to save myself then?
Through my window, I bid farewell in disgust to my own people, succumbed to greed
The greatest arrogance of man, the fragile ego takes over the surface while inside there is no form of sacrifice
From inside my window, I kill myself with a knife in my hand