I was passing those streets
Shadows of misleading art were chasing me

"Impossible"
I was yearning for my brushes
For my dearest only color
My Black Ink
But I was falling
I was crawling

Sneers I could hear
They were yelling at me
"You're an art thief"
They threw chains around my throat
Could I ever breath again..?

They were shouting at me
"You,
The art thief,
You shall pay,
With your blood
No mercy from now on"

I was yearning for my brushes
For my Black Ink
For colors I've never owned
For imaginaries I wished to borrow
From the scenes on the road

"Impossible"
I only needed some colors I've never owned
I only needed some frames
To put my name beneath the wood
Things I've never had
Things I've never robbed
I only admired what in my pocket
That I've never had
That I've never robbed

But who to believe
They didn't hear a single tear
They made me pay with my life
A ruined corpse on the ground

The blackness of the sin
The redness of the blood
They painted all the divisions on the wall
With my broken brushes
With my dearest Black Ink
With my Blood
With my Blood