Stop feeding the beast, broken piece of man on the ground, portrait, damned, drunk, I scream - it seems untrue.
Beneath the stars I beg you to forgive one day.
I know I can't go on like this, killing them is what I can do for you.
And in every cruel corner I scream for the farewell.

Now I go without knowing, without loving, for having lost you.
Blood runs on my hands with rage for having been born.
The wolf in me will take revenge.
And sing with me so I forget about the farewell.