This cold floor we know too well. hearts poisoned with pride.  

Black blood dotting our warmth.  

Ending our contentment.  

This place is a contorted altar. 这冰冷的地板上，我们知道得很好。心中毒自豪。

I must seek strength from somwhere, 黑血点睛我们的温暖。

For I've reduced myself to nothing. 结束我们知足。

We've been here one thousand times. 这个地方是一个扭曲的祭坛。

Cold idle hands, floor-welcomed knees. 我必须寻求力量来自somwhere ，

Hello autumn, I need not your companionship. 因为我已经减少自己什么都没有。

Doubtless I stand; laying my heart into the hands of eternity. 我们一直在这里千次。

Revive me doctines! 冷空闲的手，落地式欢迎膝盖。

Await the day, when all our blood will wash away. 你好秋天，我不需要你陪伴。

The world's balance I'm too familiar with; 毫无疑问，我的立场;敷设我的心脏成永恒的手中。

Selfishness outweighs genorosity 我救活doctines ！

Blindness produced by your own hands afront your face. 等待一天，当我们所有的血液会被冲走。

Lips bleeding with guilt. 世界的平衡，我太熟悉了;

Frightful little fiends. 自私胜过genorosity

If these words mean nothing; than where is the conclusion? 由你自己的双手制作盲目性afront你的脸。

Lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction 嘴唇内疚出血。