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 ...