Cold is the hand of d**h
when she is exorting you
to follow her in the deepest foundations of the revolt
i is the end
of a deadly world
my friend you will see
one drowsy life at her last breath
in her torment d**h grasps the spine of life
breaking of her icy fingers
the bones of self respect... respect... respect
cold is the hand of d**h
when she do the work for you
in front of the glance of the warder's surrender
suicide the end
i want this end
she gives her hands
and i is the end