ISK illuminated my sick soul
No , your peace of mind , I will not break the passion
Brad . Midnight nonsense torments my heart again
Oh, Rorqual , I dare you wish
My heavy cross - eternal ugliness print
I have compassion for ore is ready to accept
No , outcast hunchback with a curse on his brow
I 'll never be happy in space
And after death, I do not find peace
I'm selling soul to the devil for a farm with you.

Paradise. Promise paradise your brousers
Give me hope. Oh my curse
Know sinful thoughts to me sweet blind power
Madman - before I did not know what it means passion
Rorqual , as if possessed by a demon
Gypsy cheeky ruined my life
Sorry. Mockery of fate I imprisoned in clone
Ha pains of hell forever doomed
And after death, I do not find peace
I'm selling soul to the devil for a farm with you...