The thought is stimulating, (the) feeling is right
Darkness, despair, so cold, I dare
Tied in chains and strangled, release me from myself
A nameless grave is waiting, so close, yet so far away
Self-inflicted: I have suffered the greatest sufferings
Fullfiled my heart with torture, caused myself the ultimate pain
My scars are bleeding, my wounds are impaled
Satan, be my master, feed me with hunger, please me with pain
Why was I born when the passion for suicide is so strong?
Nails in my wrist, thorns in my soul
Master Satan, I am yours, feed me with hunger, please me with pain
I am forlorn, but the passion for suicide will soon be gone
Kill yourself, feel the perfection in death
Darkness, despair, so cold, I dare
Tied in chains and strangled, release me from myself
A nameless grave is waiting, so close, yet so far away
Self-inflicted: I have suffered the greatest sufferings
Fullfiled my heart with torture, caused myself the ultimate pain
My scars are bleeding, my wounds are impaled
Satan, be my master, feed me with hunger, please me with pain
Why was I born when the passion for suicide is so strong?
Nails in my wrist, thorns in my soul
Master Satan, I am yours, feed me with hunger, please me with pain
I am forlorn, but the passion for suicide will soon be gone
Kill yourself, feel the perfection in death