So why the chosen one I am?
To sit there in an empty room
Smashed with the wind's cold hands
Frozen by the winter's kiss
In this unreasonably forlorn hours
It's better to fall asleep
Eyes welcoming night
Sinking in a silent cry

To get inside - it's filling up my head
Through veins to heart I'm getting high - above myself
I? I'm so far, lost in mind, having time of my death

So why is this room the chosen one
For me to sit there in emptiness?
Who let the wind to smash my face?
To carry winter's kiss?
In this unreasonably forlorn hours
It's better to fall asleep
This time's so pitiful
Morpheus makes me dream

"I'm inside your mind
I'm among your blood
I'll make You say words You don't understand
I'll make You beg me to go away"

In your enchanted land,
In your strange demi-world,
Live delusions
That excite your ego,
Caress your vanity.

A bit of hypocrisy,
Some connections,
And to have a ready tongue.
Then you create
A magic frame of big world.

Simulated friendships.
Invented events.
False achievements.
You enjoy living in this illusory show.

You dive in a charming dream
And you let the others believe in it.
But what will remain of nothing?
What will remain of you?

Irmao I won't disappear
Iramo When you're waking up
All your senses, all your feelings
Irmao - I am not your god
Iramo - Come take my arm
Irmao When your closing up
To the real world, away from dreams
Irmao - I am not your god

You aren't an icon of past
You aren't an opaque flash forward
You are the fragments of looking glass
Broken, but reflective

We have yet time
To rend our garments
To look out the window
Did destiny change it's mind
To empty the eyes of despair
Overboundance
We have yet enough time

And I am not your god
But weak and imperfect
Although I can be your humble monastery
Where you may deposit
Doubts, anger or reveries

Don't recede towards an abstract space
Before the time prescribed
Before this compulsory separation
I can show you the charm of ordinary day
Elementary colors
Leave your dreams of solitude
Fake misanthropic reality
Let's enjoy the true presence
I'm a sacred vase with divine breath

Naked witch on my bed
Is it disease or lust
Show me what's on your mind
Is it so hard?

I'm just here to crawl in your legs
I'm to suck your breasts
Unleash your anger, desire and pain
I want to suffer

?.raging soul
What's on your mind?
I want it to be hard.

Don't worry no one will get known
Whose job that bloody scar is
I know that you're not human
You're beast

Your nails on my back
Drawing the picture of madness
Your lips passionate
But face expressing the sadness
Why, please tell me why?
Am I too weak to give you pleasure
Or am I too real

I hope I won't have to
Endure despite the curses
And the bad wills
No need to resign
To express or to choose

And to loose for you the heart
To be but face to face
To have the approval of your traits
No tricks, no intrigues

An enigmatic spirit makes that
I will never say: It's too late
I want to submerge (myself)
Into your grandeur's seems
Into god's visiting card

And to loose for you the heart
To be but face to face
To have the approval of your traits
No tricks, no intrigues

And to look inside your soul
To realize that I'm standing alone
No one cares
No tricks, no intrigues

I'm shattered, in pieces
And lost in the ice abyss.
I am biting my numb lips
The arabesque of hurting.
Hiding all of the visions
Under the curtain of despair
Swallowing bitter experience
I am

(You're)
A sea of cold flames
Masterpiece of force
Art of sacred rules
You never defrost?

Fever atmosphere, diverging thoughts,
A melody of discords, phariseean love.

I'm an empty shell
Echos' treasury
Dancing on the waves
Memories among storm's insanity
All falling leaves
Won't remind you of me

This punitive ...sounds
This blazing ...eyes
This bitter ... words
Still wish I had died.

But I'll sank
A million times
In the sea of cold flames.
Still alive.
Is the pain infinitive??

Then I am really shattered
Laying on your arras body
In this ancillary position
Like a burnt offering.

Sweat covered my forehead
Hands tied up in embrace
Tongues of burning pleasure
I am

You ornate me
with your design of power.
The complex mosaic
Of an interior movement.
The intricate czardas dance
Pleasure and suffer.

You're sea of vivid flames
I am panchromatic matter.
A masterpiece of love
The arabesque of suffer.

I'll swim a million times
In plurima incendia.
Later, disobidient, go inshore.
Spend hours waiting
In the antechamber
of your grace.
Finally look for an antidote.

You're sea of vivid flames
I am panchromatic matter.
A masterpiece of love
The arabesque of suffer.