Through my window, I see a dark, devastated world Devastated and destroyed by man, who is never satisfied with what he already has From inside my room, I see mists, an endless fog that emanates over the ground Covering the whole world with misfortunes. It is God's dissatisfaction with his own creation Through my window, the flames burn the world, enter the soul Consuming you like a parasite in which you are the host These flames burn your soul, destroying everything Giving space for renewal through your baptism of blood in the black Moon Perhaps there is hope, but not Through my window, darkness takes over Covering the whole world with an unshakable darkness In the cold night the Moon freezes everything, desecrating the scum of its own inhabitants There is no time to save yourself, it is too late, you are possessed, you can no longer lament This night will kill me, what can I do to save myself then? Through my window, I bid farewell in disgust to my own people, succumbed to greed The greatest arrogance of man, the fragile ego takes over the surface while inside there is no form of sacrifice From inside my window, I kill myself with a knife in my hand