Under a splendorous full moon
The night is cold as no other
There are no sounds in the darkness
I have no more wood on the fire

How many days have passed?
Since I decided to be here
I am alone with this madness
Just seeing the time pass

Since the last time
How many times?
I can't to remember
That last night

Many times and again
Only my presence
No sounds in this place
In solitude I die

I don’t want to remember
How many times persecuted?
How many times confronted?
Here in the dark I belong

The Usuré is in ashes
Dispersed in these lands
In all my sacred lands
Where I have to die again

In solitude
I die
One more time
I die
In solitude
I die
One more time
I die

Again