So cold, so dark inside...Time slowly dies in ruins, driven by fear

My wounds are fresh and hurt badly...Can you tell me the reason for crying?

Can you show me the end of this torture? Let me touch this black horizon

Let me slide along these polished fields of loneliness

Silver flowers smell death, sweet air smells violence

I’m so scared but I'm free...Free from doubts, free from joy

From pleasure and mercy, from hope and betrayal

I'm free from silence and from the dream that destroys the dreamer... (c)