I'm just an alone insane
From old battles
I've cultivated a soil
With explosives rosebuds
The smell of gunpowder
And the glow of the fire
Served as charm and delight
To my insane eyes

I was just an insane in a mined garden
I've cultivated sadness and despair
To me this was so lovely!

Now, every night
When the insanity comes
I remember everything
That had meaning to me
The meaning of my life
Meeting on the battlefield
The battlefield
The battlefield

I was just an insane in a mined garden
I've cultivated sadness and despair
To me this was so lovely!