Went beating with the oars the sea... deaf to the bewitching song of sirens... strong by the knowledge... empty their view... reality goes over, it confuses... the vision of the truth, the oneness of the truth enchants, between wood and alive ropes more and more it contaminates, and he satiates
Up to the spiral, to the bottom of the heart, because the truth is pain, to know the face of his homicide, followed by the shades without memory, givin blood as remedy, loving the suffering more than the same life
Dalla foce del fiume fino alla morte del corpo, per conoscere la fine del mondo, la fine dell'uomo, che non schiva il tempo e affronta l'inferno