Diablo:

The vague lake of life,
The heaven is dressed with clouds.
The main question is who we are,
The main question is why.
Despair…
We wander in circles alone
In the darkness of deep night.
The death's empty eyes
Watch at me from the sky
Blind hate…
Reflection of withering dream
Is as a dumb reproach.
The mountains of lie and mud
Are between future and past

Dead prince:

And ruthless sunset brings away colorless sun.
The cascade of antrathitic dirt
Is flowing with black madness.

Diablo:

The sky hides it's real face in gloomy silence.
Everyone is made of thawing snow
Of destroyed chronics.
Who are we among the old condemning ruins?
We are imprisoned in eternal hell
In strong embrace of death.