Condemned (In The Penal Colony) - Ensoph, Antonella Buosi

On my skin the enigma appears

I will no longer be the same man

How could I thank you for this sacred gift

This command will never be lift

Say never in front of this life

Say never these words come from the sky

Spinning round and circle

Grows up my guilt on me

Exposed with blood and infamy

I’m the judge and the condemned

The flavour of rejection

Please don’t pray for me

There is no better way to redemption

I just want to be where I am

Condemned to my skin

A glorious fate foreseen

What is out is what is within

A monument to a purity unclean

If death will seal the rhyme

At one with a blessed crime

To complete the execution

The beginning is the solution.

forgive my eyes.

this is the crime

Condemned to my skin

A glorious fate foreseen

What is out is what is within

A monument to a purity unclean

On my skin the enigma appears

I will no longer be the same man

How could I thank you for this sacred gift

This command will never be lift

Condemned to my skin

A glorious fate foreseen

What is out is what is within

A monument to a purity uncleanTo a purity unclean

To a purity unclean.