Seeking for a shining star in a dead sky That would enlighten me a way to follow Within the obscurity that surrounds me I trusted a lie Pronounced by the malignant voice of sorrow The condition of being a toy Wounded, disrespected and betrayed There is no purity in the human's realm But perpetual abuses, deceits and desecrations Cold stone feeding from my tears Alive, it's growing so as never to disappear This living threatening stone has four names Which are ingenuousness, revelation, pain and shame They were carved on my flesh and on my soul The night when the wolves forgot how to howl Beyond what my eyes can see Breathing the air of my imagination I am desperately searching for an ounce of purity Breathing the air of my imagination… Disillusion, sincerity is not The evil selfishness that rose around me Made me rot Let the worms gnaw my suffocated body Immemorial and immortal burden Going hand in hand with neurosis and anguishes Dead is the image of the unadulterated maiden Now replaced by the evidence of the rubbish