You have killed yourself
What for you have made it
You regard life in a detouched spirit
But you can't change anything
What a noise in your head
What there was, an instant of death
The howd stretches, there is no help.

Yes, you were born of death
The bull without will - that's your destiny
Do not wait the rest, for ments are coming
Shout and rage forever in hell

You didn't love yourself, you didn't love life
Despised everything, life - is your death.