What life means for you?
I know your answer: "Nothing"!
You want just to be dead,
You don't want this discussing.
You cursed that day, when you were born,
And pray your God for dying.
You always try to kill yourself,
Because you hate sun shining.
You love the darkness,
You love the night,
You love the screams of hell,
You hate your body,
Because it keeps
Your soul in fucking cell.
You know your soul
Needs to be free,
And know way to it,
You want to sleep
And never wake,
The death is all you need.
But if you really die,
You'll get another world,
And maybe you'll can try
To calm down your soul.
You'll find the ever darkness
That always you had need,
But if you want to get it,
You now must to leave.
1993 г.
Первый текст песни на английском языке, который я тоже нашёл в старых записях и не помню, как его писал.