I belong to an era where who who meditatesnis forced to weaken his timenWhere he who sticks to ancient promises sinksnand brings with him his essencesnhis odors and his humble intentionsnI'm gripped in my desirenI'm stopped by my hindrancenI'm looking for vital space but I implodenOppressed by my moral load, I stay in placenI belong to a time I struggle againstnAnd ethics that doesn't appertain to mennI oppose, but I see my enemy darkenednMy accomplice patiently waiting for light's arrivalnI fill myself with internal forcenStudying the winning strategynIt has come, I bracket itnHe's strange, I see himnI observe him, I feel himnHe goes ahead and takes possession of his featuresnI feel him, I see himnI feel him, I see himnOddly known, painfully knownnTragically identicalnnI implode while I'm blocking my bloodnThe bitter accomplice takes me backnI cannot barnI cannot refute it before having understoodnwhy I must live to fight my uncompromising instinctnnI belong to an era where the enemy is not always out of me