Silent are his journey and his roaming He migrates across infinite places Obscure lands, face to face One hundred masks like buds of grass He trampled them with a sea of tears Dried, they cannot wrinkle A destiny to die, forever Is to die forever Now, once again, he glimpses the chasm Try to breathe deeply Without defining the last step Toward the void that turned up (turn yourself) Almost sinking in his fears (his own fears) The thoughts draw to a close An existence without lonely places He pretends to resist To return back Down, down Remembers his past The thoughts drive him A trampled grass Tied, tied That chains his wandering Oh tied, tied That chains his wandering ...his wandering Wandering through a path of farewell An infinite maze, no way out Only distant lights Toward the void that turned up (turn yourself) Almost sinking in his fears (his own fears) The thoughts draw to a close An existence without lonely places Falling down on his knees (drop down) Broken body lies on the ground (on a shattered ground) Crawling on the wall Where everybody wrote off their awareness A wetland takes shape all around The fascination of the end caresses his naked skin Fearful to catch every movement, he waits and breathes He lies there, I see him He is transfigured