Svart Industriell Olycka [English translation]

The markings on the road appear endless

Affected by a cold, machine-like evil

Driven by a burning impulse

To finish what's been wasting at the bottom

I am the sick child laying on the ground

Groping for consolation in the empty darkness of fall

In this city I am laying down to die

In this city, where the boredom shall be eased

In this city of devilishly gray concrete