The thought is stimulating, (the) feeling is right Darkness, despair, so cold, I dare Tied in chains and strangled, release me from myself A nameless grave is waiting, so close, yet so far away Self-inflicted: I have suffered the greatest sufferings Fullfiled my heart with torture, caused myself the ultimate pain My scars are bleeding, my wounds are impaled Satan, be my master, feed me with hunger, please me with pain Why was I born when the passion for suicide is so strong? Nails in my wrist, thorns in my soul Master Satan, I am yours, feed me with hunger, please me with pain I am forlorn, but the passion for suicide will soon be gone Kill yourself, feel the perfection in death