Tilberi [English translation]

To understand all the sorrows

and the dreams of men

but find no God

other than your rotting

I will neither bend nor beg

Because the dreams of my days

are ghosts of the night

The dusk-dark devil

rides a bloody, sick whale

Eternity spent in hell

is an ill death

We all to a one die,

Our scars like stitches

they hold us together

But the start of wretchedness is only wretchedness

And in death there is no glory

Not least of the soul