In the Commencement of the moonless nights
Constantly more common
In the expansion of last conflagration
Constantly more intense
In the dominance of my inner grief
Constantly more oppressive

Sign of the moth rises up invisible
Its occurence is creeply supposed

In this time, we are searching for our death
Constantly more accessible, but leaving us soon.
In our downfall, the moth is descending
Constantly more powerful clutches us inside.

Sign of a moth, rises up invisible
Its occurence is creeply supposed
Sign of a moth, branded painfully in our fate
When we cannot find relief in death
Sign of the moth, death isn't deliverance yet
In the boiling kettle of our torment
Sign of a moth, rises up invisible
Its occurence is creeply supposed

In the commencement of moonless nights
Constantly more common
The moth descends as the sign,
The death left us from our torment.

In the expansion of last conflagration
Constantly more intensive
The moth announces us the approaching days
Of eternally growing torment

Sign of the moth...
In the commencement...