I swore lies and now I'm alone, assuming my sins
The northern winds aren't moving the windmills
And what remains is only a moan
My life, my deaths, my crooked paths
My latin blood, my captive soul
I broke treaties, betrayed the rites
I broke the spear, threw it into space
A cry, an eruption
And most important to me is to not being defeated
My life, my deaths, my crooked paths
My latin blood, my captive soul