Some unwelcoming spell depresses the place.

A look into the mirror, I see the devil incarnate.

Some misanthrophist in my direction In my deserted interior is a world

Of misty windswept moorlands. Full of thoughts, rising against the dark

I am the only one, who non omnis moritar

I am the evil one, who non omnis moritar

Non omnis moritar, Death has many faces.

Non omnis moritar I am each face of it. Only this great dark throne is mine!