There is no place for good and evil But ruins and non-existence... There is no place for love and mercy But ruins and non-existence... Only pain and suffering Allows to feel truly For there is no place for hope... Possessed, condemned, barefooted I stalk through the burning land of beauty Far beyond howling of wolves... Far beyond your breath... Fog above me... Rain and another step... I leave the hollow land behind... Hell may be my blessing Dawn's possession may be my blessing... Nobody there is truly herself... Fake is every cry Every suffering is just a substitute Of true suffering... I stand among the stars And from them I lick Divinity given only to the burning angels Fallen, naked, barefooted Among many suns I find my own sadness And the cause of the end...