Spiritual misery moments Emptiness that fills the nothing Treason feelings And I'm not able to find you I'm used to thinking about the time When you were the kings of everything I'm used to dreaming of the future where your presence Will start to be heavy again I'm used to believing in battles where you Never lost your nerve I'm used to following Your way where you leave it Chorus: Everything gets nonexistent Your presence liberates the revenge The honour unties the scream Your way unify our kingdom I'm used to living The history where you don't take part I'm used to imagining Prayers where you were the raven I'm used to feeding The ego in the darkness of the crying I'm used to coming back In the death of a lonely destiny Chorus... Infamy The scream of the black bird gives atmosphere To the early morning The poor steps surround the abbey The axe that kills the sheep that screech The eyes of the vulture reveal the mystery Infamy