Looking for the master
To initiate your life
A life of hatred, scorn and rage

And masters always turn to friends
But behind the curtains
Envy is a crown of thorns that runs through your bones

Will you sell your soul to misty prophets?
Will you make your old mistakes?

So did I? Yes, I was wrong
And I don't want your treasure anymore
Anymore

So did I? Yes, I was wrong
Yet still I don't want to see
Anymore, anymore

And we've seen together other rivers
And shared the usual sounds
But I cannot express in words
I'm wasting so much time
And little by little here comes the plain truth
I've stabbed you to death now

Did you turn your back on your own brother?
Will you find a place to stay?