I swore lies and i remain alone, i assume the sins
The winds from the north don't move mills
What's left for me is only a moan
My life, my deaths, my crooked ways
My latin blood, my captive soul
I broke treaties, betrayed the rites
I broke the spear, launched into space
A scream, an outflow
What matters to me is not being defeated
My life, my deaths, my crooked ways
My latin blood, my captive soul