The dark
Is casting shades
Shapes that
Become ghosts
Ghosts dancing at
The four corners
Four fingers pierce me
At his orders
White stone
For gold
Black stone
I fold
White stone
To become old
Black stone
To go back cold
In every gesture
I see the Sword
I get mad hearing
His words
His story is
A river in flood
I won't see
I can't breathe
Every sentence
Makes a stone
Every stone
Is a fragment
A fragment of
My tomorrow
A blank future or
A black sorrow
Bianco come la grazia
Nero come il peccato
You witch
Hang your head
I walk you
To the end
The balance
Lost its name
While the ghosts draw
Their spears and
Stop the pain
The big eye lights
The black stone
I despair I plead
I cry I scream
I stay alone.