...Out from the darkened night,

Into the burning hot cleansing steam...



My weak endeavour to stay clean;

From all the filth that I've gladly taken in.

Failed escape from reality;

My soul lies unwanted with a stain of sin...



I feel myself impure;

I need the cleansing;

Craving for more of your love...



I feel myself unclean;

I need the cleansing;

Oh, wash me clean from these stains in me...



...Out from the hot burning steam,

Into the frozen cold granular snow...



The filth I've seen on my way;

Hasn't stain me like the evil from within.

Evil deeds and words I say;

I've soiled my soul with a stain of sin...



I feel myself impure;

I need the cleansing;

Craving for more of your love...



I feel myself unclean;

I need your blessing;

Only you can clean these stains in me...