The moment of bizarre calmness 
The tranquillity of morning dew 
While my silvery tears drifts on these times 

(My cold blade of sacred souls) 
With a mission of pure slaughter 

The moment of deceptive awareness 
The blood of innocent ones 
When the blackened candles shine 

(My cold blade of sacred souls) 
With a mission of pure slaughter 

How I love to drown in this serene dreams 
The dream of these who deserve to die 
While my silvery tears drift on these times