To a moment of no chirping birds,
Trees tragically standing still.
A moment of silence in this countryside,
When the puissance is out, nobody aroused,
Sun is down, the moon intakes,
And here I stand still.

To my constant jam of death metal,
A fruitfull thought of nothingness,
A lifetime conversation with thyself,
I lay upon the hills my sweating eyes,
Hoping to see some sheep to herd,
But its only tenebrosity placidly in bed.

Greetings to you my true goddess,
My lovely rut of...