The black shadows of the tortured bodies
Hang tirelessly on the branches of dishonor
Condemned to the silence, to the silence of the weak

Cursed keepers of the path of the hanged men

Here stands the thin line between life and death

Here stands the frontiere between glory and pain

See the men

Who left their dreams to others stronger
To others stronger than them


See the men
For whom the reality
Cursed the name for eternity


Walking to the rhythm of the vultures screams
Mutilated by the vicious appetite of crows

Obscene exposition of an endless lost quest
I penetrate the circle of the damned


Frightened by this vision of horror
I continue under this fence of suffering
Attracted by the calls of abandon

Are my ambitions too strong for me

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

On the path of the hanged men

I touched the face of desperation
On the path of the hanged men
I learnt the weakness of dreams

On the path
On the path


I danced with the shadows of the damned
I heard the loud silence of oblivion
I touched the face of desperation

I learnt the weakness of our dreams

See the men

Who left their dreams to others stronger
To others stronger than them


See the men
For whom the reality
Cursed the name for eternity


See the men
Who left their dreams to others stronger

To others stronger than them

See the men

Who left their dreams to others stronger
To others stronger than them


See the men