Much madness is divinest sense, Demur and be dangerous. I had been hungry of news, creativity and freedom, Now I can eat of them and I’m not sated yet.
And now I roam the sovereign woods And every time I speak the mountains straight reply.
I have the power to kill without the power to die, But I have no enemies and I don’t need revenge. I don’t know death nor defeat Even if I marched in the sewer of hell.
Much madness is divinest sense, Demur and be dangerous. I had been thirsty of knowledge, action and bravery Now I can rule my flesh and I won’t save a place for your death.
Now I can keep agony away. And I refuse men escaping from the mind of man. Witchcraft was hung, but I find the magic I need inside me every day. I don’t believe in sins nor in temptation Even if I crept into the womb of the beast. Now I can keep agony away.