I'm all alone, in my own essence
I'm a flame of a sacrificing candle,
burning down the stars of night,
illuminating the primeval tombs.
I'm a king of last days,
a missing angel with an empty face,
dark lord of those who have fallen.
I'm an endless day of vain dreaming,
about understanding and love
I embody thousands of names in one dark essence,
I'm resigned to all the evil that is around,
making alive the darkest dreams of centuries,
I fill my soul with blissful knowing of hate
toward everything, occurring on the light of day.