En sabah nur de Blood Has Been Shed

Never-ending
this barren land is never-ending
never-ending
when will this season of bloodloss end?
Hope falls through the holes in my hands
every hour is a shackle i curse my captor

Every divinity has forsaken me
i curse my birth i curse this life
i worship the god of slumber
for death and sleep walk hand in hand
these eyes will never lie