Ρωγμές [Rogmés] [English translation]

Alone in the city, and lost in deep darkness

no purpose or hope now for me

The habits of years gone, and squandered the harvest

a vagabond wind batt'ring me

Revolving like spintop around a spot really

I'm crying out of anger and guilt

And love as well deems now preposterously silly

a destitute god to the hilt

[Chorus:]

And my truth resembles outrageous fakery

my voice is hitting a wall,

I open my eyelids and stare out the drapery

the day broke, the wind starts to squall

Innumerous doors there behind me slamming

there's cracks on my body throughout

and me through the nights out smokes, drinking and damning

with this chorus of morbid bout

(chorus)

A bittersome journey in unknown places

in lanes of the mind I'll get lost

I turn around backwards my hand outwards raises

a landscape with dampness and frost