In the ages of painful melancholia,
when the twinkle is an eternity,
I am begging for a redemption,
I am begging my suicidal angels for the redemption…
They are giving me their helping hands
to the eternal departure, noble,
melting away in the nothingness.
My dear suicidal angels…
They will never ever dissapoint me,
through the graveyard‘s ways of the dead shadows,
dead life in the dead land.
My dear suicidal angels…