The Blind Ax Of Betrayal Is In His Hand

The blind ax of betrayal is in his hand,
Your deaf sultan now,
It hits me hard,
Fate has blessed us.

It comes packed,
A raging storm,
I passed through the snow, all avalanches,
Lost digits,
Without a door, without a widow,
Man is a homeless orphan.

The shadow of darkness is on my face,
As the night descends again,
The size of a lifetime,
Lonely without you,
Come on, death is in no hurry, we are silent, look, we all...!