Cold darkness of the night and my tranquility Will take away desirable rest Sometimes I feel by every pore necessity That soon I cease to be myself
Obsessed by the wroth, strong and impassive, I'm like an (captured) animal striking to exist Once again, in vain I'm trying to wrest My sanity, out of the madness of the bliss
Marks after claws on the curtains of my dreams And an icy intention of the truth In delirium of my unwelcome visions I anthemise the sanity of ruth
(And that) the other one, he raves about perfection He sees a thousand ways at deepest night I play (myself) the role of guide at his reflection In faceless shadow of eternity and fight...
Next morning I clean off the blood once more From his wrist as a faithful servant I recognize him now as my own part, Night anger's endless far and fervent
I repeat his words so gently as a prayer And his every gesture truly becomes mine, Exposing memory with edge of ruthless razor I whisper wily my forgotten hidden crime
Browbeaten and misguided by another mind He tried to take another step to night Seeking at the place where violent stormy waves, Raging gets so strong and gains the height
Noisy surf brought his prey At morning what's dank and grey. The crow circling around fears, Pecked his eyes full of tears.