It's me over hills I'm doomed to roam
In woven woods on flesh and bone
Crawling, seeking, reaching home
I look back I'm not alone
How the west was lost

With the desert in my soul
And the Wasteland in my heart
I ramble around black as coal
I'm strange and lost my nature
Filled with concern and disgust

No room in here, cast of the spell and disappear
No room here, heaven and hell, virtues and vices
Life and death, good and evil
I disappear