It's me over hills I'm doomed to roam, in woven woods on flesh and bone.
 Crawling, seeking, reaching home I look back I'm not alone.
 How the west was lost.
 With the desert in my soul and the Wasteland in my heart,
 I'm strange and lost my nature, filled with concern and disgust.
 No room in here, cast of the spell and disappear.
 No room here, heaven and hell, virtues and vices, life and death, good and evil, I disappear.