Hvězdy chtějí patřit tobě [English translation]

Behold, night is drawing near, day's coming to an end.

Every shade is going to sleep.

A little strength remains in the embrace,

Sell to demons your amulet of fays.

They wish to belong to you, the stars are shining,

a horoscope of secrets and moments.

They want to belong to you on the altar,

bride of the white cobwebs.

Crimson are your lips, the eyes infer.

Enchanted, locked up thousand times.

The stars adorn their path with moon.

Celestial horologist is flying away.

They wish to belong to you, the stars are shining,

a horoscope of secrets and moments.

They want to belong to you on the altar,

bride of the white cobwebs.

How much time do we have left?

Before the night of cobwebs transforms.

I shall seize your soul from psalms,

the stars shall alter us after all.

I'm seeking for a lost talisman unceasingly,

I'm passing through hundreds of lives.

Somewhere behind I've left what you are looking for,

at mercy of ominous fate.

They wish to belong to you, the stars are shining,

a horoscope of secrets and moments.

They want to belong to you on the altar,

bride of the white cobwebs.