Terror [English translation]

I suffer from an uniqueness, a shattered split identity

Of a peaceful kind is one of my selfs, the other one of another kind

Terror, terror

When the night falls he awakens, the one who hardly is a man of peace

With wild dreams like an animal with the blood of a king to his nature *

Then I'm filled by a thought with which I sometimes play

It contains battery and weapons in my hand

Then I want to hear sweet singing

To my choice of music

And if I don't hear the sweet singing, I want to hear screams

Terror, terror

He hides when the day arises but is laying still and smoulder

He burns inside me and eventually he always finds a way out

Terror, terror

A big man with a life mission, a vision with love for big things

He aims for failure for my good, tame self

Then I'm filled by a thought with which I sometimes play

It contains battery and weapons in my hand

There I want to see you dance to the music of my choice

And the one who won't dance shall become a beautiful corpse

Terror, terror