It's the place where the enemy reigns I breathe the same air, not taking care of myself Forced to walk on a cutting edge, the balance is lacking With precarious gait, and the usual spirits are always around Stare a point and go straight, head on the horizon Bite the bullet and feed yourself with what you find The more you go on the more things you'll have to protect The more you advance the more the spirits will rage Whispering voices call my name but I don't care Between wrath and anguish, between sadness and spleen When the will leaves you and the sight tarnishes When the strength seizes up, when the glaze go down Beyond the clouds, you glimpse the origin From which you escaped and that you regret It's the place where the enemy reigns The only one where you can hope to cohabit When you'll be teared to shreds, the spirits will subside Choose between a slow agony or an endless sporadic sharp pain