Darkness, my sense while living I am the sin of thy being Thou art the hate in my words In the paleness of the night thou enchantst my illusions Never wouldst thou leave me in my eternal sorrow Darkness, thou fire of glory Which slowly distorts me Shining through my spiteful eyes Darkness, my soul is thy slave Endeavours to defend itself It is thy own smile, lurking in my face, Which seduces the unsuspecting ones I don't want to hide anything Neither my ignorance nor my fear, Nor the plain dread, that my attempt could fail My inner darkness Is it granted to me to serve thee Maybe I should even adore thee Darkness, my sense while living I am the sin of thy being Thou art the hate in my words Satan, thou fire of glory Which slowly distorts me Shining through my spiteful eyes My inner darkness