Mätä hohtava omena [English translation]

Far from metropoles I set down

My weapon under an ashy tree

My starving gaze

Strikes on decaying apple on a branch

There tastes no bitterness

The toxicity of war torn ground

Only radiating logo of a cube

In the branches I see the evolution

Apple tree in nuclear winter

Its might only highlighting in the frost

It was mindless to harrow these lands

Sowing deacon's seed

Food

Prayer

Bitten

Promise

If I starved today

to hunger for knowledge

I'd throw up

Force-fed answers

I abandon the leading god

the rotten glowing apple

Far from tree I bury my grenade

to the base of a guard tower

Far from tree I bury my grenade

to the base of a guard tower

Exclamation mark as period

Knowledge raises pain

Thirst for knowledge raises

Hunger screams

Food

Prayer

Bitten

Promise

If I starved today

to hunger for knowledge

I'd throw up

Force-fed answers

I abandon the leading god

the rotten glowing apple