The eyes of a child, A white hand in my soul; Black ocean, hate and love, And an old fear in my mind. But i must go on, And i need a new star, I need to feel all the strength Of the history, tonight. Without a dear friend, Without a dream, I'm like a warrior, A warrior without sword. Primary fear, in mind, And on all the skin, I'm feeling all that, now, The primary fear. But i know my dark side, And i know the pain; And the shadow of my madness Is a friend with a scorner smile.