I don't know who you are...
In the smoke of the last cigar
I see you, you, you...you,
With a sober and dark view,
All the sorrow is passing through
Your veins and poisoned blood,
Covering me in a dirty mud.

I don't know who you are...
And even the brightest star
Is shaking under your glance,
Do I stand any single change?
Or I deserve alone to die
Without saying ''good-bye''?

I don't know who you are...
But you voice is quite bizarre,
So calm, so bright and so warm,
As the day before the storm,
As I know, I swear is fake
And the monster in still awake.

I don't know who you are...
But I remember the deep scar,
The blood and the pain,
The iron cold chain...
You are hunting me
As I want to run free,
You are a monster
Hid well under
A heavy, pretty and lurid mask
Trying to do you final task.

I know who you are...
Oh, pale-white oak,
Please hold my accursed clock
And let me to smoke my last cigar
Because I know, I know who you are.