• Playing the tunes of my cruel agonies,

    People die every day, and many people awake all night,

    Ringtones are recited to me over the years,

    How long, how many deaths,

    The bright eyes of death inspired me to play beautiful melodies,

    At the same time people are dying for no apparent reason,

    I do not know, but I do not care,

    I keep playing until my hands get sick of necrosis,

    Wings of crows, flapping, beautiful birds,

    Dark, quiet, pious, beautiful too,

    As this piano black, my favorite instrument,

    Only the angel of death helps me to play,

    With his bony, yet beautiful hands taught me to play the piano,

    This piano, death, thousands of nights and thousands of deaths,

    I do not care, continued playing,

    Necrosis, hands, arms, beautiful melodies,

    My spirit is full of glory that I have this piano,

    Still feel the gentle wings of the angel of death,

    As I cherish, as I wrap,

    A lot of people crying and despise this beautiful angel

    Death, sadness, happiness, evil,

    I do not care, I will continue playing until I get my notes a good death,

    I play to death, my lovely company to bring me salvation

    The scythe of death is cold as ice, but when you're hot short

    Hear the beautiful melodies that I'm playing at this very moment,

    Ohh ... nice, I feel the cold wind coming up from the fourth

    Cool, nice, beautiful...

    My hands look different for several days,

    And not stopped playing,

    Tunes, keep me alive, I want the angel live

    Want to touch me until necrosis of the rot that I am experiencing now,

    But I do not mind, I keep playing,

    Until the day that death is satisfied,

    He, She, can release me,

    From my sweet torment...