This silly creatures of the night
They’ve stabbed me back to life
They hated my dreams and that’s why the couldn’t resist?
Silly creatures of the night, knocking off my precious silence
Are they acting at hell’s guidance?
There used to be a delightful blackness
All that is left is a repulsive enlightenment
Silly creatures, envious creatures
Why did they hate me so much?
Is it because I can’t cope like before?
Or is it because I used to be alive and now I’m not?