Wandering in a desert without water
Walking on a path of sharp stones
Maybe I can see nothing
Or maybe I can see to much

What you call your world is my prison to escape
Just a walk-on on an arid stage
An hazardous simili on a tired earth
Maybe I can see nothing

Or maybe I can see to much
What you call your world is my prison to escape
Here I feel like a creeping eagle

Your world...
My prison
Your world...
My prison to escape

Looking from the edge of endless precipices
Or into the abysses of eternity
Maybe I 'm already dead
And I don't even know that

I've no name
I'm a rusted mirror reflecting nothing
Here I feel like a creeping eagle

Your world...
My prison
Your world...
My prison

Shame on you and on your hollow world
Shame on you and on your worthless world

Goddess of atheists
Or daughter of swearing gods
I'm useless and alone
As a shade among the shades