Guard and Scythe (English Translation) Paroles

A scythe in my right hand
Glows dirty silver

At the moment
The blood
Sinks into the red swamp

I behead her
A tone like a scream echoes

Tears from my eyes
And change into a voice of a scythe

A cradle of crime and punishment
Swings
Swings
And shrieks

What the hell do you think
Where the sun doesn't enter?
With tears in my eyes
At the moment
A sickel makes a sound

A flower of a quiet song
Blooms
Blooms
And sinks into the swamp

What the hell do you think
Where the sun doesn't enter?