For years I've been roaming
Trying to engrave your face
Mother
I've kissed the soil, and breathed its smell
I fought for life, and killed a man
I walked alone, and survived the world
Just to unveil the mystery you guarded
Mother
In the cellar I sat tied but
You, my friend, came down on steps of light
So long I've wandered
Along the streets of sin
So host me, my friend
Please host me, my friend
My hands are tired now
But still your portrait lies in me
I feel you closer
I feel your embrace
Without a mother, one cannot love
Without a mother, one cannot die