Head does collapse.

What makes me hurt
Is not what gives me pain.
It's the love that subvert
And makes my life in vain.

Through the narrow streets
That follow the damned river
My heart succumbs
To so many defeats.

My tears are bitter,
The time for happiness never comes.

In the quiet chaos of this night,
Under the blinding moon
I've lost the will to fight...
I've lost it to the sea.

Instead, I am about to swoon
Just thinking how happy would we be.

Brothers and sisters of the pale forest,
O Children of the Night,
Who among you will run to the cunt?

O Góis.