he returned into my life with a little message: «keep away from this city nights the next two days»

when I met the the 2 americanos I knew he’s here

he’s now in the holy land like me waiting for freezing someone I don’t know

prepared with the victims picture waitin’ for the right moment to hit

he’s still like a dark angel no place could save his jobs to stay alive

besides my way he follows me like a shadow

you could ask why in the holy land but I ain’t got no answer

and when he’s doing his job just the moon or the sun is a witness