The wind of changes never blows
In my secret land where I am the King.
I'm King of the pain and devil should know
All my blood stains, my thoughts and all my sins.

One crazy midnight, I know, I will die;
Nobody will suffer and bleed anymore;
And even my wife will be happy that night.
Because night will take away my sick soul.

{I feel Great Nothing behind my door,
 I see Great Nothing around me.
 The Reaper wants to take my soul,
 But he just makes my soul be free.}

I have a stone-heart inside iron chest,
I hate everyone, I hate all my slaves;
I want them to die, and I'll do my best
To cut their throats by means of the blades.

Great Nothing will never betray me;
I'm ready to fly, I want to be fried.
When I'll die I'll send a letter to see
How rest of my slaves will read it and cry.