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