Shadowmaker, would you repair my broken life?
Shadowmaker, would you repair my broken heart?
I lack all courage that could tie my joy and strife
Now all that echoes inside is a cry for a new start

Shadowmaker, would you cleanse my impure soul?
Shadowmaker, would you cleanse my naked body, it's a sinner
trap within I'm locked up
I  have no more time to reconsider or stall for, now
All the thunder-bolts are over, but I can't hear the clap

Selfishness is luxury, what choice then should I make?
Do I own the cloud my clinging more than to the life that at
stake?
I've no shades to protect me, nor shadows to be worn
Lying naked yet unholy, like a child stillborn

Shadowmaker, I've tried to let you go, I'm not strong
enough
Shadowmaker, I've tried a little cry for help, nobody seemed
to notice
Would you carry my carrion if the going gets too tough?
Would you recognize my tears of delusion among the coffins?

Selfishness is all I owned, what final step should I make?
Do I owe myself a drop of truth in this enormous cloud of
fake?
I've no shades to protect me or escort me on my final way
Walking naked yet unholy, like a Sacred Virgin made of clay




March 2000