(En)chained to a shadow of the past  he walks the path of life  following the same quest, like a  ghost silly lover, silly romance, how pathetic!  Constant, permanent disenchantment  She will be called Moonskin  and she will have the beauty of the marble  hair dancing like flames  around her snow-white shape  (En)chained to the Venus spell  he left the reason behind  defiling the garden  forcing the passage  going to the bottom  to steal the end  to shake death's hand  Once again illusion fades away, once again he's falling  as the milky stream of life goes dying  She was called Moonskin  now she's no more  but a round bright sphere  in his night  floating in a timeless place  (En)chained to a shadow of the past  he walks the path of life  carrying that old story like a cross  on which he will, on which he may  nail another star...