They eat the flesh Of his master The blood becomes wine In his glasses A sick bird falls On his head While he raises His folded hands The big eye Scans on a book It tells my life On its pages Pages of false words Words that Will change me today You witch On your knees Doomsday Eternal prayer You witch Hang your head I walk you To the end The dark Is casting shades Shapes that Become ghosts Ghosts dancing at The four corners Four fingers pierce me At his orders White stone For gold Black stone I fold White stone To become old Black stone To go back cold In every gesture I see the Sword I get mad hearing His words His story is A river in flood I won't see I can't breathe Every sentence Makes a stone Every stone Is a fragment A fragment of My tomorrow A blank future or A black sorrow Bianco come la grazia Nero come il peccato You witch Hang your head I walk you To the end The balance Lost its name While the ghosts draw Their spears and Stop the pain The big eye lights The black stone I despair I plead I cry I scream I stay alone.