Icy wind is blowing between my lips
Wine went sour, froze in my mouth
Together with water in the caves of eternity.

... Thousands of transparent stalactites ...
I can't see why they resound with love songs
Full of perversity
And I don't know why under their glance
I always find so much despair.
I must enter the womb deeper
Before its heart is frozen.
I must find the elemental furnace,
To sacrifice to its limpid fire
And to go up in flames.
I must feel the force
As once in a premonition of bloodshed,
Otherwise we will burn out like sparks
Shot into the depths of night.