Sitting on a raft of doubts and dragged away again I only have one oar and I can't face all these waves I had my swallow on my neck since a long time ago I prayed the book of prophecies and had my part of guilt And When the wolves starts ouling I discovered all my fears Cause I'm still a sailor of the F574 I wrote my story of failure and I put it on my arms I waited in the shadows just to see who we really are I built a wall of hate and it makes me feeling fine But the only thing that comes with me it's my crown It's my crown of spines