Det var svart det var nattEn blodsoet skygge ut fra veggenNaalys fugl paa gresstaktaler livet baklengs naar det kveldesog det blaaser til storm
Et skittent underKald sterk sannhetuten solForedlet smerterus og kroppslig svinnDjevelen paa tunet ville gjerne inn
KullkastetVissenHinsidesliksvekk
Velg bort livetEvig kuldeEvig intet
Et siste sukk av lettelsefor aa slippe aa leve merEndelig ut av livets reimNo skal ein gut faa koma heimbloedende
It was black outside, it was nightA blood-sweet shadow out from the wallDeath-predicting light, a bird on a grassy roofspeaks life backwards when night is fallingand a storm is blowing
A filthy wonderCold, strong truthwithout sunA refined pain-buzz and bodily wastingThe Devil would love to come into the yard
Thrown head over healsWitheredBeyondcorpse rickets
Choose deathEternal coldEternal nothing
A last sigh of reliefnot to have to live any moreFinally out of the bonds of lifeNow a boy can come homebleeding