Speak... Was I morose
And braek this bitter silence... Grim and sombre
Shatter this fragile glass... I was invisible
With the resonance... Miserable
Of this voice... Undetectable
Not mine... Nothing
...Or even less
Lie
And hide this painful truth... You
Tear the cold reality... Who sit upon a throne
The reptile's tongue... In the ruin of my soul
With many voices... I make myself
Scream... Dreadful icons
You... To worship
Who steal my sight... Scream
And cloud my thoughts... To awake the demons
Allready so blurred... Of lunacy
By you I am possessed... The beast in my blood

Alas, my heart harbours
Two souls
And a thied face I wear on the outside

By Khavaleiro Negro