Apilas [English translation]

You're dead from your birth

Only dilapidated to yourself

Begging for tomorrow

Remember towards the fire

Don't retreat

Only your own shoot in the back

I'll wait you're going to crush me

Into steel and fire

But you won't trample us under ourselves

It'll be you who's dying here

And death harvests his crop

My skull is broken

But you disappear

You disappear

You disappear

You disappear, entirely

You're innocent 'till the end

You tend to murder as the slave of wrath

My force is black

And so is my mind

And death harvests his crop

I break my skull

But you disappear

You disappear

You disappear

You disappear, entirely

And death harvests his crop

I break my skull

But you disappear

You disappear

You disappear

You disappear, entirely