Frozen hands in a obscure night
There are threatening eyes over us
Wind beats with hate in our faces
A dying howl tears without
hesitation the stillnes


Crazy wishes to free itselves
Neither imortal jail that is its grave
Succed in sweltering this crazy ardent desire
Of felling the world


Rotten smelling begin to appear from these gaps
That start to give up
The rock formation in a river bed


The tombstone becames fragile
Going out is all you wish
Stand up!
Be born again is all you need
And then stand up!