From A Silent Yearning Dark — текст песни (Gardens Of Gehenna)

Every defeat`s a little death.
It`s a disaster for the weak,
but for me it`s just a challenge,
a passage to another me.
And therefore, rouged with blood and ashes,
I`m singing on my way to hell,
I`m dancing toward Golgatha,
I`m guided by an inner knell.
There are many shades of black
and that I use the signs you`ve chosen,
that I`m talking in your tongue,
doesn`t mean that you`re my friend.
I don`t want your fucking pity,
`cause one gets it for a song,
but your jealousy honours me,
for which I`ve been working hard and long.

From a silent Yearning dark
a secret, mighty spell is born.
Beneath a red sky burning cold
from my ashes I will rise.