a dream, she was beautiful
she was the most beautiful
she was true, she, wife of my kings
she who got in me, like this
and my madness is not smaller
i didn't run away after having her
the judge of blind servants
speaking beyond the ninth wave
and take what's due to me
the judge of blind servants
a knife and a wooden coffin
a drift in a black water's sea
for the end of everything
screams like an endless echo in my mind
i was atonished more & more
she's the one. she's here
i'm sinking in her waters
my madness is not less than my pain
where you look at me smiling
i have no strenght to move nor to speak
i can still hear you whispering
in a frame of black waters