In dense fogs in the dark night A call you hear coming from the horizon Death is coming, the infamous angel cries out for you Bringing the light at the end of your grotesque path That you seek to quench your miserable thirst For any kind of relevance in your life It will show you everything you desire And this has become your form of escape The cold full black Moon guides you Fishing at night becomes dangerous You can't see through the fogs All you will hear will be your death The moonlight fascinates you, it gets brighter and brighter You can't control yourself And you head towards its path In the face of all this, the white Moon will guide you To your destiny at the end of the precipice You will become yet another deluded one The hypnotizing Moon will kill you Opening your guts in the infamous night And this will save you Your necessary death The Moon becomes bloody Becoming food for hungry animals You are now free from your body