Оригинален текст
Clinging to life in the reflection of the self
Breathing the air from the poisoned pit
Hovering through flames from the burning core
Searching for reason in the ashes of men
Obeying the laws of the kings without lands
Bowing in awe at the hypocrite's feet
Not hearing the cry of the infant
Poisoning the seed that was planted within
Ignoring the winter that closes in
Believing the tales from the forked tongue
Frozen to death without being born
Looking for reason in the bottomless abyss
Clinging to life in the reflection of the self
Breathing the air from the poisoned pit
Hovering through flames from the burning core
Searching for reason in the ashes of men
Obeying the laws of the kings without lands
Bowing in awe at the hypocrite's feet
Clinging to life
Frozen to death
Clinging to life in the reflection of the self
Frozen to death without being born
Absorbing the reek of rotting Flesh
Marching in convoys to fields unknown
Clinging to life in the reflection of the self
Embracing the sun without casting shadows
Believing the tales from the forked tongue
Frozen to death without being born.