Оригинален текст
Your window closes
I am crucified
There shall be no more mockery
Of the gifts of the gods
No more comparisons
No more distortions
My heart is heavy as stone
I am Prometheus
All courses I am aware of from here
Oh you, frail of heart
I am not without pity
Take heed,
One final nail
Unnamed / undriven
This Nail Shall Represent Hope