Of madness and freedom.
I never would stop watching, ever.
And sinking eyes on you, almost to want you
protect against I do not know what, with my little cage looks and innuendo.
But there are eyes watching you, what beautiful and cruel, is the soul.
Like a quarter moon ancient, end your trip on me and leave me a smile descending.
In the dark night.
Dark life, dark. As our licantropica nostalgia.
That if only we could azzannarci a thousand fiery bites, and we would still not be satisfied ever.
Here come the days without forest to fear or doubt to be resolved. There are mazes to go.
This is what 'promise.
I'll give 'once warm and happy. Simple, perhaps, as I am not.
The land will dirty my feet. Wherever you go ', you can follow me, so' as you follow an idea filled dream.
The fire will burn your past. Without it you will be a new light, you will feel free. Why free is the one who does not know the guilt of regret
