Der Mude Tod

Ermudet vom tode, ich werde mich ewig qualen

This man, pale, walks the path of fiery dawn,

Dressed in black, falling apart from the shadows of the boughs

For aeons, wearied and doomed with breaking idols

The end is strange, oblivion and faith, from the ruins he is reborn

For the new life, we‘re kissed by the viper

We yearn a divine path of death

Spreading the haze of the night with our mantle

Immortals in eerie silence

Dreams pressed upon him, in times before the sins

The breath is old, wrapped in cold black shivering

This curse will be forever, like the coffins under sail

Life is like a candle, and will always fade away

We are the conquerors of life,

Covered with shining tears

The mysteries of death, will always be ours

We are out of the world

Without moral sense

Surrounded by anger and weariness

Der mude tod

For the new life, we‘re kissed by the viper

We yearn a divine path of death

Spreading the haze of the night with our mantle

Immortals in eerie silence

Blessed are those who redeem

The explorers of faith,

You and I only exist, one shape