How many times I've been a desperate prisoner
Inside the gloomy walls of my tortured mind
Seeing the pale flame of a blessed dawn
My only reward for my coward character

How many times the depressed and watching moon
Has been the sole and so distant witness
Of my continous nonsense and degeneration
Expecting my fall that will be soon

Flowing all around unconsciously
Me the victim of an accepted rapture
That makes this long and hurting yearning
A new and deeper kind of estrangement

I have noticed the weeping loneliness
And the displeased sensation of slumber
Grieving me so violent and perfidiously
Flowing all around unconsciously

I am asleep and stoned in this free fall
Another place appears now below

But won't be my definitive destiny
I know there are a distant and lower sites

Here in the large depths of emptiness
I wear the dress of the agonic sorrow
I walk with the disqueting sensation
Of my certain descend bottomless

Awaiting quiet my forthcoming entrance
To offer me a displeasent new home
Where I will exist dismissed and viciously

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