Instrumental

Facce spettrali di lune
sorgenti silenti su ali impalpabili
riverberi di stelle
o palline come lampadine
infiniti nel cielo di pece
goccioline di pioggia stillanti come tanti smeraldi
su scheletri arborei
giganti nodosi e contorti come morti nello spazio infinito
sull'aspro cammino del dolore
(instrumental)
riverberi di stelle
o palline come lampadine
infiniti nel cielo di pece
goccioline di pioggia stillanti come tanti smeraldi
su scheletri arborei
Facce spettrali di lune
sorgenti silenti su ali impalpabili
riverberi di stelle
impasto d'ombra verdastra e di fango sul camice dei prati
ballenti e morenti
silenti
goccioline di pioggia stillanti come tanti smeraldi
su scheletri arborei
giganti nodosi e contorti come morti nello spazio infinito
sull'aspro cammino del dolore
riverberi di vespro
sanguinolenti come carne macellata da poco
lamento di fronde ingallite
e cadenti marcite nella morte della stazza di base
impasto d'ombra verdastra e di fango sul camice dei prati
ballenti e morenti
goccioline di pioggia stillanti come tanti smeraldi
su scheletri arborei
giganti nodosi e contorti come morti nello spazio infinito
sull'aspro cammino del dolore...del dolore...del dolore

TRANSLATION
Ghostly faces of moons
sources on silent wings impalpable
reflections of stars
such as light bulbs or balls
infinite in the sky pitch
raindrops dripping like so many emeralds
skeletons of trees
giant gnarled and twisted like dead space infinite
sull'aspro path of pain
(instrumental)
reflections of stars
such as light bulbs or balls
infinite in the sky pitch
raindrops dripping like so many emeralds
skeletons of trees
Ghostly faces of moons
sources on silent wings impalpable
reflections of stars
mixture of shade and greenish mud on the coat of the meadows
ballenti and dying
silent
raindrops dripping like so many emeralds
skeletons of trees
giant gnarled and twisted like dead space infinite
sull'aspro path of pain
reflections of evening
bloody meat slaughtered as recently
lation leaves ingallite
rotting and falling in the death of tonnage basis
mixture of shade and greenish mud on the coat of the meadows
ballenti and dying
raindrops dripping like so many emeralds
skeletons of trees
giant gnarled and twisted like dead space infinite
sull'aspro path of pain ... pain ... pain

Last night I lost control
Last night I lost control
Dreamt of dying
Died a thousand times.

So many different deaths
Smiling at me Caressing me Promising delight

Last night I lost control
Thought my shells were strong enough.

So many different deaths
Making love to me,
Sucking me,
granting delight.

And my sperm becomes like honey
dripping from distance,
blessing the earth, sweet as a new womb.

Death is gone, life is gone, the shells reform::.

Instrumental

From this oblique matrix
He watches the plains of life
Silent are now the spirits
And the things have lost their voice.

The first born man knows and suffers.
The dead are walking
his heart with them.

The memory of darkness
Burns again
Making him the living witness
Of a collapsing universe.

The first born man knows and suffers
The dead are walking

With hands like knives
With hands like knives
With hands like knives

Instrumental

I morti maturano, il mio cuore con essi.
Piet?i se nell'ultimo umore ha la terra.
Muove nei vetri dell'urna
Una luce d'alberi lacustri;
mi devasta oscura mutazione, santo ignoto:
gemono al seme sparso larve verdi.
il mio volto ?oro primavera.

Nasce una memoria di buio
In fondo a pozzi murati, un'eco di timpani sepolti:
sono la tua reliquia patita

Desiderio delle tue mani bianche
Nel buio della fiamma: sapevano di polvere e di morte.
Erano subito di neve, cosi' le parole:
un po' di luce, e poi la nebbia e gli alberi,
e noi fatti d'aria al mattino.

Ancora un calice di profumo mi spezzava le mani,
quando la luce accendeva il crepuscolo
sull'altare del silenzio
E con piccole ali di cristallo
io solo sfioravo la soglia di questo dolore

TRANSLATION
The dead mature, my heart is with them.
Piet? Last if the mood has land.
Moves in the glass urn
A light trees lake;
I ravages dark mutation, unknown saint:
mourn the seed sown green larvae.
my face? golden spring.

Arises a memory of dark
At the bottom of wells walled, an echo of drums buried:
I'm your relic suffered

Desire of your white hands
In the darkness of the flame: they knew of dust and death.
They were just snow, so 'the words:
a bit 'of light, and then the mist and the trees,
and we made ​​the air in the morning.

One more cup of perfume I broke my hands,
when the light lit the dusk
on the altar of silence
And with small wings crystal
I only brush close to the threshold of pain

Instrumental

Instrumental

Instrumental

Punish my black heart for I have sinned.
Nail my black heart for I have sinned
Leave me alone in
This evening of despair
When nothing has the same meaning again
And this core of self-deception
Fills the pits of solitude.

Punish my black heart
For I'll sin again
With the same, old illusions
As my monodimensional guiding light.

And when everything will regain perspective,
I will finally find a meaning
to this deep grey solitude of mine.

Punish my black heart
Nail my black heart
Melt me.

Evanescent figures walk by my side
As I silently cross the borders of night
Their voices gently push me through a solid prism of noise

I hear them calling my name.

Take me with you
Take me through you
on a journey over this absolute black

The ghosts of psychic collapse
Walked by my side
As I vanished through the borders of night

Where an image of purity and domination
Painted the sky of pale dead colors
And swept away the perfume
of that fucking absolute black.

Instrumental

The towers of pain In crimson light drowning Imprison us
The wells of pain by purple light blessed Imprison us

We grab the nails of domination
And our fist becomes the FLAME of Babylon

With the blood of our enemies
Leaving a sour taste in our mouth
We the Archangels of Fire
unite the worlds of weakness
under our flag of DISINTEGRATION

For we are the wings of
The immense beast called SUPREMACY

Our voices raise as one
Our hearts beat as one
Our eyes see as one.

The future is ours: Babylon is falling.