They are the faces of death, hidden by the fog. ****** angels, messengers of hell.
They bring death and destruction, I become part of the chaos and the evil in me finds a home.

I am evil incarnate, born in darkness.
They are the embodiment of pain. Their gazes are empty, their screams silent. ****** angels, they are the curse of the night, and my soul is forever ******.

I'm the spawn of hell, she's bursting out like lava from a volcano,
It destroys everything in its path,
And it will destroy me. They are terror incarnate, they are the eternal executioners. The screams of pain break the silence,
And madness glistens in their eyes.

I am evil incarnate, born of death. And my soul is forever ******.
I am the spawn of hell, in the arms of hate, the void consumes the stars and the light.
  
Destroyed temples,
She destroys everything in her path,
And it will destroy me. It has become a part of me, and it will never disappear.
    
I am doomed to eternal torment,
I am cursed.
And I will never find peace,
I will rise from the ashes,
And I will be free.

I drink death like wine, to the bottom,
With every cell, every breath.
It beckons me like a star in the night,  
Like a mad love that won't let go.  

I cut the silence like a skin,
Blood is flowing all over the world
Who called me to this world of the dead?

Angels weeping ****** rain,
Their wings are blades, their light is ashes.
The same devil in the mirror, in every corner.
Angels carry death like a secret gift,  
In their wings hides the devil's fear.
Every step towards her is a step into the abyss,  
And only she knows how to burn the soul.  
In every breath, in every step.  
We're all just shadows in her eternal game.
Obsession with death is an eternal sin.  

Even when I'm already dead,
I still didn't sleep well. not good.
Death is in my eyes and her eyes are in my heart.
The light is invisible to you, but you breathe, you breathe.
Death is the beauty that burns in the night,  
In her arms we'll live forever.                                                         ­                                                       Death is always good, like love.
It has its own power, its own obsession,
It's as beautiful as the first snow,
Like a knife that strokes the skin of your palm.
In her arms the age ends,
Eternity in her hands, infinity in the palm of her hand.

The beauty of death is the crunch of bones,
It's a scream dissolved in a dark soul.
No beasts or shadows can be banished here,
nor the angel who has become the infernal ark of sorrow.

Can an angel be cast out of a man
An angel? He is my veins and my blood.
There's a silent darkness in every blow.
Do you hear, Angel? With your wings
You're just as much a demon, just as much fog.
Angels carry death like a secret gift,  
In their wings hides the devil's fear.  
Angels can only carry death
The darkness in their eyes is my vow.
To live, but only by dying. That's the way it is.
Death is my faith, my honor.

Angels are pulling, leading the way,
Their wings are demons, their light is deceit.
The same angel dances with me,
Only to banish him is a bitter fog.
Death is the same as me.

On the edge of light and darkness,  
Dreams break through the gloom.
Where the cries of seagulls drown in the dense gloom.  
The shadows on the stones are their strange secret.
Ash stars are painted with thick brushstrokes.  
They cut the eye like a blade in the hand.  
Each wave blurs the boundaries.

The cry of the soul, crushed in haste.  
Blood clings to the hands like an innocent  
Here the murders sound louder than the earth,  
And every rustle stabs at the nerves.  
There's no end, no beginning, no light.  
Only the imprint of a hand that seeks farewell.

The clenched knife is as cold as my fear.
The wind whispers: "You're not alone here."
I stand like a prisoner on empty shores,  
Hoping the sea will scatter the remnants.  
Every step is a confession of my emptiness.

How do I survive this? No one taught me.  
A place where the light dies in the blood,  
And pain oozes from every fold.
The blood on my hands won't disappear in the rain,  
The evening, squeezing you to a scream.
Waiting for your eyes that see no reason,  
And silence is the only thing that eats away at my soul.

The winds sway the bridges on the edge,  
Where the sea hides the sins of others.    
And the fog covers the footprints I've left behind.
But the wet sand keeps me from falling.  
I stare at the footprints, disappearing into the mist,
And the sea can't hear me screaming softly.
All that's left is a look    
in which the night has long seen no living thing.  
But the blood that ran from my fingers to the sand.

A thick fog creeps over the land,  
hiding the world in deadly dumbness.  
Every step here is like a sharp edge,  
And the air is poisoned with someone else's guilt.  
The screams are gone,  
Only ashes in my head and clammy fear.
A thin line runs down the stones
They've been waiting for me, these walls,  
Every stone knew my face.  

People? No. There are only figures that look like people,  
Their eyes are the emptiness that breaks the shadows.  
Somewhere in the depths, a silence rings out,  
But it's not peace, it's a premonition of death.  
You look around, but you see only the bottom,  
Every minute is a black stream  
Where the past tears at the living voices.  

And there they are again, the grim faces,  
Their gaze is lust, like a price to pay.  
I step toward the water where the fog is dreaming me,  
But instead of light it shrouds me in shadow.
With every breath I take, it gets worse,  
The sand sticks to my feet, cuts like a knife.  
The blood will always be deeper in this terrain.

In the midst of the storm, I found my inner peace....

here they are again, the grim faces,  
But now I see their reflection.  
In their gaze is no longer rage, but forgiveness,  
And every stone knows I've stepped into the light.
I step into the water with hope in my heart.  
The sea embraces me, and carries me further downstream.