In Des Mondes Blut'Gen Schein

Your heart bleeds, your soul freezes, you are lonely and alone. Abandoned and tired of life, your bones stiffen.
Receive the sword from my hand and feel the cold steel. Caress it, then it will caress you too; freeing you from your torment.
Come to me and reach out your hand and give me your heart! I hold you gently in my arms, forgetting all the pain.

And then I fuck with you, you lifeless piece of flesh, your vagina is already cold. Your head is impaled on my lance in the deep, dark forest. I consume your sweet flesh and offer a sacrifice to the gods, and what remains of you I leave to the animals.

In the moon's bloody glow, my sword glows deep red. Restlessly I roam through the forest.