These violent storms are sweeping away my bliss
No hope for rest and none for lesser pain
The vice of lust became so customary
That license is now a burden
Among these sufferers
There is no hope
That ever comforts them
Carnal malefactors are suffering in here
I witness the punishment
Accompanied by fear
No rest is granted in this abyss
The vice of lust became so customary
That license is now a burden
Among these sufferers
There is no hope
That ever comforts them
Among these convicts I face my own sins
That I've committed, they hunt me down
Here deep in this kingdom where the craving for flesh is a fear
I suffer with them in punishment
Amid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, sinners need not tell their sorrows
The vice of lust became so customary
That license is now a burden
Among these sufferers
There is no hope
That ever comforts them
But I have to move on, on this wretched course
Darkness still calls me, that unutterable force
My body falls deep into coldness
Like dead bodies fall