And what should we really cry today, kindness before my eyes, the landscapes I used to see. And at evenfail the fragrant air I breath, wicked against the human race. Feel the vibe in the quacking earth, the pain spreads in our souls. The sun falls behind the mountains, spreading red shapes on the hills, the field streach out as far as grey forest, blicked by green hills. Paths climb through the threes reaching sowing towers. The blue in the sky invades melts with the burning twilight. Tired arms get ready to embrace another sleep... Awake - Shine - Erase Show kindness and malice and power thou confer to the land, (as) awake. The silent river flows into the plain. As shine, as the garden on springs in the lengthening fields. Erase, the quacking earth and the dreams are falling down. Tired arms get ready to embrace another sleep ... Awake - Shine - Erase Falling tears contain despair, hopeless body and empty shadows. Joy day when you prevail, devastation within your breath. Now we chase the future to increase this disillusion. Despair, watch the mortal strenght of man and his eternal power of will. Sadness will pass by, a natural beauty dying, victim of this silent decay. What should we really cry today, the crying mirror in which we all have to learn to see. Show the truth placed in ourself, find the balance, and what should we really cry today... Kindness before my eyes, the fragrant air I breath, wicked against the human race. The fury in the storm. Tired arms get ready to embrace another sleep, within a ravashing scenaries of decay now we play ... Awake - Shine - Erase.

Lost in your fantasy, ancient melodies close the wind in my hand accross the fields. I will wait for you once again but you will never arrive and so far away maybe you lied. Every thing is silent, as the touch of the universal entirety, it's the red sand of the deserts. I am here to say goodbye, we'll meet once again into the infinity of the night. There is something that's not good. There is something that is wrong for us. Drowning in an ocean without sense... another time, another way, another day. And maybe I understand that life goes on but pain remains. Another circle will be closed, (another circle will be closed). Another day to hide our tears in the sand, to live like a dead man who can't be strong to forget... another time, another way, another day. And maybe I understand that life goes on but pain remains. I paid honour to another day, and everything awakes at the sound of a winter rain. A lot of words, confused mind for a mourning that comes and silence spreads in an insane role. Old memories to relieve, discovering reality. It's just the same painfull story, no more to tell... And comes like an anger shore, illusion trapped reality. I ride the time chasing my expectations , telling through pictures from the past, now I have the time to face alone my inner shadow, will I embrace it again? Don't you want to see how my respect becomes your self defence? Try to trust in me. And you will see where you can hit. Consciously unreal I say ,can I trust in you again? Our life seems a cynic parody, all the hate I feel inside, can I trust in you again? I left myself, everywhere but now I left myself Will I embrace it again? I Want to see anything since to see you again. Now I'm here, meet my eyes, try to stop my will to be and find your lost integrity. Our inhibitions, contradictions paralized by suffering. Awake me when that is over. Awake my frozen eyes with my integrity, to erase your fucking expectation dressed by lies. oh my eyes enchanted by the candle lights . I keep my illusion locked into flowing tears . I hold the light of the stars, I can feel it. The past is coming back because i left myself again. Why we are now falling through the pictures of the past? I left myself, everywhere but now I left my self Will I embrace it again? Here comes a new day and I'm walking again among seductive smiles and elusive sands... Maybe the art and the nature will save me again, contemplating the immortal landscape of my inner dreams. Retribution fills the air and falls into my hands, and all will disappear...

No lack of delighted beauty my imagination and it sails an old drifted ship. In the stellar entirety of the night so hypnotic Isis white gaze seems to be and now I see the hills in the water, a picture ravashing me... An ancient voice speaks from the oak woods, where thorns bury sacred stones. A divinity looks our daily failures through a dark and gloomy eyes... Sweet hills dressed in green surround your mirror down in the lake. Once thou reflected where the trees kneel and kiss the water. There was an ancient reign in this beautifull place and you was the hunter queen, the hunter queen forever! Looking for your dark realm, where there's a meaning in my life... What's happened here, I can't believe ... Can you save you from this silent agony ? in my ears your desperate cry, in my head your darkest night! Looking for your dark realm, (looking for your dark creation) my childhood visions fade away ... I gather your tears in my hand, you Isis white gaze so high in the sky. Enlight my fantasies with my faithfull candles. Wish I could discover your reign in search for your darkest lullabyes. Will I run through the trees again, my pure green dressed shores. In the stellar entirety of the night so hypnotic Isis white gaze seems to be and now I see the hills in the water, a picture ravashing me... No lack of delighted beauty my imagination and it sails an old drifted ship. Enlight my fantasies with my faithfull candles. Wish I could discover your reign in search for your darkest lullabyes. Will I run through the trees again, my pure green dressed shores . Rise the sword of a fugitive slave, against the priest on his marble throne. And when the blood the theater invades, we will see you in your splendent life! Dominate in gloriuous triarchy. The dead are gathering where you dweel, spread your deadly arrows. Heal me with your chant propiciator of deliverances. Rise the sword of a fugitive slave, against the priest on his marble throne. And when the blood the theater invades, we will see you in your splendent life! Mother we're killing your, sadness, ignorance travel with us ... Them dark colours will paint the sky and will hide the sun to my eyes ... Fisso lo sguardo sulle onde dell'acqua e le immagini distorte nel tuo specchio. I miei sensi iniziano un viaggio verso sponde dove approda un vascello morto. Il tuo regno e' stato spazzato via, rimarra' un ricordo perso nel pallido sguardo di Iside bianca ...