...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...