Serving as a plaything for luck,
In this dead-end life
Seeing prowling here, the sweet death
Preparing every day farewell...
Calmly face any court,
Feeding always this wound,
Never found a way, a North
My story is lost for so...
Taking my dreams to the grave,
Wrapped in so hideous nightmares,
The gates of hell in life I open.
The empty sockets; nothing remains,
Otherwise the wonder that is lent,
Final portrait in peace, macabre...