I endeavour to hear neither laughs nor orders Baseness and perfidy strangle me Closing my eyes to forget Bitter fevers invade me The spector of past trying to catch me as its side I feel my wisdom reaching its limits, their laughters become unbearable
Son of fate I was born, orphan of naught I will die Lost in meanders of time, twisted between lies and truth Following the path, the one even laid out by my mind Facing all temptations surrounding my principles
With pride I deny all scars and demons from my past With rage I scream in the gallery where the wan light shines !
Son of fate I was born, orphan of naught I will die I won't hear the choirs that dictate my doings and thoughts
With pride I deny all scars and demons from my past With rage I scream in the gallery where the wan light shines !
In the gallery of jeering faces, I keep my convictions Walking in a corridor I know too much for I took it so many times Slabs extol my wraths, obsessing reflect of contrived shapes Deluding voices breed my mind, I can't trust them at all
I can't prevent myself from hating them...
I can't prevent myself from hating them Orders from above, punishment from below Facing all temptations surrounding my principles I won't hear the choirs that dictates my doings and thoughs 'CAUSE I AM MY OWN DICTATOR