He lay in the shadows of a place without time
As if his own soul had forgotten him
The old man in his hope, not a hope of life
But a self-giving to the passage's rites
Forever there'll be the choice
Of killing this state of soul dressed in black
This madness
(that) just rises if we draw to ourselves a limit to live
Be the one
The only one who changes your ways
The one who can see between the lines
That life's more than death something that just has no limits
Be the one
The old man in the ancient seamark
Eyes of dark ocean without moon nor light
He sights his sweet dream above the horizon's
Line but he waits too much and ends loosing its sight
