I only left the crowd on the pier
The land of mortals
The confusion
I sail without a lighthouse
Without distant agony
And I go in this current
At sea
In the dark of the slightest consolation
I wake up in the middle of the sea that gives me goosebumps
And runs away
My passion is madness
On a lost journey
The ship is drifting
br/>Alone
Evil is not great, it lasts very little
And when
My life sinks
Maybe I am promised to the World