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...