Human hypocrisy turns off the stars
Too many lies turn off the moon
The pain turns on the life,
so I feel alive
The poison is running through my veins
I close my eyes I'm going insane
Take my cold hand
but I can't stay
Home is far away
and this is not my place
The fog embrace me and luls me
In its marble cradle...Madre crudele
profana preghiera,Eco dell'anima
sospiro silente
Tu che ascolti il mio male profondo abbracciami ancora
These flowers, wet in a cold rain
Lay down in the earth
wet with my blood
In the wind you can still hear my last goodbye