Alone by night, I remain1
I'm guilty, uneasy
The memory strengthens, hostility resides
In your head
Alone, boxed into the corners
The night simmers on
The lie hits no matter what
it says to you
Fingers stroke a pale face
The Devil2 stole from you
Breathless looking to the east
and sees the sun
The rotten smell is in [the] twilight
Dusty and barren
The blood forms the bottom of the lake
When the pain travels
They don't care you know
They don't care who is
Your chest heaves, a fire ignites
Then beaten down and suppresses your speech
They don't care you know
They don't care who is
Lightweight, it is lifted, raised in the air
Then the axe falls and the head is severed
1. The title of this song could be translated as any of the following: Scars, Scar, A Scar, Wave, A Wave.2. Or, in an archaic sense, 'the enemy'.