I walk.

Walking, I fall.

Falling, I hear the lonely call.

The call of what I was.

I am a prisoner.

Thought it seems that I am not,

I am a prisoner in my own mind.

I walk.

Walking, I fall.

Falling, I hear the lonely call.

The wind screams in my ears,

'Go, get revenge. Get revenge for you.'

Listlessly, I get up.

Brushing off the dust,

I move on.

I walk.

Walking, I fall.

Falling, I hear the lonely call.

Are you happy with what you have made, Prozen?

Happy with the insane child who is lost?

Lost in the dark shadows of my twisted mind.

I walk.

Walking, I fall.

Falling, I hear the lonely call.

'Black bird, black bird, fly away home.'

I have no home, that's why I come.

Lifting my face to the blood-red sun, I walk.