Minnenes ekko stiller timenKneblet i tungsinnets lenker faller jeg ifraIkke lenger vil jeg være boltet fast i vemodighetens ankerMen endelig få lengselen slukket - Etter å draDrakk jeg for meget av livhåpets krusTok jeg gledens forfengelighet for gittFor min strid mot tomhetens smerte - Denne dødsangstens rusEr det eneste ene igjen - Som er mittI min ensomhet vet jeg likevelAt jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selvDerfor er jeg rolig nårRepet strammes rundt min nakkeStumme vitner kan ei gi trøstMenigmann i gravkorets forsamling vil aldri fatteDet landet av fortapelseJeg egenhendig skapteDenne intense dragning mot dødens portalerEn vandrende studie i gråtkvalt messe-noirBehersket siden tidenes morgenMen noe jeg aldri lot slippe taket - Var sorgenI min ensomhet vet jeg likevelAt jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selvDerfor er jeg rolig nårRepet strammes rundt min nakkeEnglish translation (Excuse me if any writing errors. The text is quite difficult)The echoes of silence sets the hour.Gagged in the chains of"depression", I fall away.No more I will be bolted fast in the anchor of"melancholy".But finally get my longing"fulfilled" - for leaving.Did I drink too much from the goblet of"lifehope"?Did I take the vanity of joy for granted?For my battle against the pain of emptiness - this intoxication of the angst of death,Is all that is left... that is mine.In my loneliness I still know,That I have none to thank but myself.This is why I remain calm,As the rope is tightening around my neck.Silent witnesses can not give comfort.The ordinary man in the assembly of the"gravechoir".Tha land of perditionI created by my own hands.This intense attraction to the portals of death(I have as) A wandering study of tearful black mass.Controlled since the dawning of time,But something I never would let go.. was the sorrow