...And my life is passing 'tween light and darkness,
the iris precludes to me its joyful reality
keeping for me its dark side
for wich my mind has fallen with sweet drownsinness
Like a bee on a rose

Divine sensation!
A gloomy breath with a weavering intensity
the artificial is banned, only nature speaks
and its tongue joins together soul, mind and heart
no more joy but pain its given order

It's the point of no return
It's the point of no return, people

When loneliness is normality
And your lying a obscure shelter
You'll find out that the man is the real cheat
A pride without faithfulness

The haze will wrap slowly your limbs
and give to your heart that warmth
Often matching with the intense cold
Son of a winter, his majesty by my words

It's the point of no return
It's the point of no return, people

If I'm alone thanks to me
If I'm alone it's my own fault, it's my own torture
people call, people blame, people speak badly
but my mind flies alone like the wind

...And my life is passing 'tween darkness and mistery
But amid the whole there's a thought, a wisper,
an emotion, alone on the path of desolation
I'm listening to, and to the whispering nature I turn

"Not a tombstone,
But you will be my grave mother heart
Not a graveyard
But you'll keep my sleep, wide wood!
Not a man,
You nature will shelter my next life,
Whatever I may be!"