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