Yhdeksäs [English translation]

The Northern wind has ceased to blow

Silenced is the woeful flutter of leaves of aspen

On the stone there sat a girl of pain

Only a yell of a persecuted soul echoes

A cross burnt to chest

I forge a lightning in my heart

It made me imbibe the poison

Now I lift a hammer off the ground

Not a soul wants to remain here

All is quiet

Not a soul wants to remain here

All is cold

On a stone on the hill of the abyss

I think alone

A girl of pain sleeps

There exists only a woeful whisper of the one stampled deep into the dirt

Hatred burnt the chest

A flame from a lightning in fire

Made me imbibe the darkness and within it remains

Into the flesh I struck my hammer