Текст песни Bjarm - Source Of Rot

The loneliness is a state of my spirit.
Flight from an alien sort of the spoiled beings.
Having left the lie house, having left insignificant thoughts,
In a gloom of deep space I am searching for a source of rot.

I hear pain and fear plaints from everywhere.
I see around the evidence of great harm.

The dead world.
I see the latent essence.
Only rage and cruelty emerge in my mind.
Degradation of the person and all kind.
Who has created conditions for life?
In what was a defect?
Having adjoined to it, you will never become pure.
Illness which has no ways of cure.
But you can solve one problem yourself.
To choose the day of your death.

Gloomy thoughts on my mind .
Horror of cursed world's design.

It is useless to try to correct decline laws.
But, it is possible to leave the hint those who will go next.
Forever to put in ice the affected matter.
The conscious termination of existence of race.

I have found rest in foreign lands.
Among new friends. They are waiting for me.
The day will come and I will die.
That something has missed. I should come back.

I hear pain and fear plaints from everywhere.
I see around the evidence of great harm.