He's a watchman of human tears
of all the nightmare he had to bear
and feeds himself with all this fears.

The face he can't see looking into the ash
it's the face he past hided under a mask
that cover the saddness sticked to his flesh.

A man with no face and no light in the room
the death he's awaiting will coming here soon
the happiness he's calling screaming at the dark moon.

His mask turns to a smile
as he sleeps away for a while.