What was I searching for
In the gallery of deception
Ripping pages of completly
Quiet madness
And kissed your scars
In the bloody tavern I’ll wait
For the girl with grey eyes

Once I compose
A mosaic of chaos
Luis was tying
An axe for a bed, then
And he loved spiders

Nor I know them
Neither they know for blemish or evil
Cause I was bareheaded hush up
Vulgary concealed
Under the blue hand of drummer
Untouched verses
Stolen world 

I ‘m sending a letter to my dead friend
In the country of ruptured smiles
I Drop the Holy Grail to eyes of
The world

On witch side of stains
Face and mouth should I put
Palms of hands
Blood plasmas