Walking through isolated and desolated fields
I glance at the dark sky over me

Which seems like enlighting whatever is wrapping me
But i see everything black

I look at my hands and i see they're bleeding
My hair, abducted by the wind,
Bestows to be led towards a natural power
Abducting my body

And i wonder : "will the death be like the life?
Cause in my life i'm already dead."