Kultaiset portaat [English translation]

They were made for us, surely

Those steps toward the void which we eagerly scaled

We reached heights unspeakable

Gazed upon the abyss that mortals cannot see

Statues walk the cold road to the sunset

Flags in their hands are frozen in the wind

Many a golden carriage driven by the dead

Drifts towards the landscape of last gleaming

The Devil smiles, he too likes his kin

The Lord of Time finds great acceptance

The clock won't stop though its bearer runs out

Smile won't cease, it's frozen on this face