Sometimes he comes back, but he'll never be free from his destiny
There is no indult to the evil made, there is just suffering

It was fall, fronds fell
Echoes of a terrible scream of dread
A gun shot is heard
And a demented man runs through the bushes
He killed one man, or so he thought

There was a colossal pain amidst the forest
The meaning of life meant nothing to that dying soul, fallen to the ground
However, the time, master of destiny, had passed
And the scar was closed, but the mind lucidity never returned, it gone forever

This soul now lives it's madness among the ghosts
Ten thirty-three o'clock on time
Every night he wanders with no destiny, without a reason
Looking for rests to live
He feeds upon the maggots that also live there
On that mountain where he should became a corpse
However, his punishment was even greater
To wander with the ghosts night by night, without a destiny

The wound was opened and don't stops to bleed
The sweet taste of blood now mitigates his thirst