Tree of Agony

The light has forsaken me 
long time ago 
In this arid land there are my root 
If there is fault on this paradise 
of deluses, it's difficult to find it 
There is no shield to defend me 
against the wind of unknown 
That provokes silencely the scream 
of tomorrow the toil of keeping 
to holding out 
My soul falls in pieces under the 
clouds that leave free their cries 
Wet this body and 
come inside my spirit, dream 
Oh world, that madness is 
of maker, ours agony