They eat the flesh
Of his master
The blood becomes wine
In his glasses
A sick bird falls
On his head
While he raises
His folded hands

The big eye
Scans on a book
It tells my life
On its pages
Pages of false words
Words that
Will change me today

You witch
On your knees
Doomsday
Eternal prayer
You witch
Hang your head
I walk you
To the end

The dark
Is casting shades
Shapes that
Become ghosts
Ghosts dancing at
The four corners
Four fingers pierce me
At his orders

White stone
For gold
Black stone
I fold
White stone
To become old
Black stone
To go back cold

In every gesture
I see the Sword
I get mad hearing
His words
His story is
A river in flood
I won't see
I can't breathe

Every sentence
Makes a stone
Every stone
Is a fragment
A fragment of
My tomorrow
A blank future or
A black sorrow

Bianco come la grazia
Nero come il peccato

You witch
Hang your head
I walk you
To the end

The balance
Lost its name
While the ghosts draw
Their spears and
Stop the pain
The big eye lights
The black stone
I despair I plead
I cry I scream
I stay alone