Over thousand years of ashes and dust The face torn up by the raging of time Stoic in the middle of the human remains In darkness I bleed Awaiting for the chapter omega I don't regret the form of the events I gave birth deliberately to the black umbrella The silence is at the same moment a virtue and a weapon But the solitude is henceforth A nectar that has a bitter tastee
Angels and devils unified by the fire I cross rubble with an unconfessed desire To find mine, to find life Condemned for the wandering in the maze that I created The blood of my guts as Ariane's thread I look for a harbour to cure my wounds The sensual delight of the air The heat of the flesh My dreams are thus dying in the cavity of grunge However, I may not leave the world that I wanted My heart remains nevertheless besieged by the fear Of a hypothetical threat A hypothetical coming Back from the mat Curtain or nothingness can appear the unfaithful ones