When the black angel come search my soul
My prayers must be heard for some god
Among the sky, earth or sea
My sick heart has lost its will to live
I'm at death's door
But my life is beyond my death
Chrous:
I saw a skeleton in a dark shroud
Armed with a scythe
This is personification of death
For the life and for the death
Forever I'm alive
Tormentum Aeternum
But something is wrong
I'm dying
My prayers were heard for a God
He spoke in low tone the following words
"Exurgente mortius at ad me vinient,
ego sum, te peto et videre queo"
After this torment
I'm alive again
No sooner said than done
My soul is as impurity as the one who helps me
