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..