My figure represent your pain my image reflect your suffering in my body the scars of time in my voice your dejection my vests hide dying fading life and by his wound you'll see my blood is flowing In deep shadows I wait... In my hate you'll find yourself from my hand you'll feel the force rage will be the one that will bring your deception and you'll kneel behind me and you'll cry with your eyes tired of distress In deep shadows I wait thru my memories Before dishearted and unarmed time I slip down with your tears because I am the cries of your eyes In the path of time I walk wounded by disease carrying my spirit thru the end...