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.