I am a lone raven in the chasm of light,
Where every flap of wings is marked with pain
Yet, if the cost of rescue freedom is
Then I reject the kind of escape.

And I'm up to arguing with wind,
To taste all tortures and all troubles of the world
I'll not betray my madness and my fate,
I, lone raven in the chasm of glory*.

Not everyone will stand at Gates of Light,
I choose the one, who watches the way to Sunset,
I can't accept your saints and your folly,

You long for Eden, while I descend to Hell.
A lone stranger, I'll not come back
Instead, I'll stay at the eternity forever.

*there should be "light", but I decided that "glory" sounds better