- Land
From the rugged mountains,
Down to the valley,
Amongst the fresh clouds
Which cross my body,
The wind doesn't let me breathe
And I dream of dying.
Everyday I want to enjoy
- Lost World
Age of the dead machines.
Nature has gone mad.
Indifferent Humanity.
Your mother Earth dead.
Criminal negligence.
Chaos of pollution kills the planet.
Devastating pestilence
- Penelope
Fluid is the night which I plunge in,
Coloured by the sunset, enlightened by the moon.
I weave weft of dreams
Erasing them with reality,
I wait for Death
That will come from the sea.
- Proserpina
Words by Dante Gabriele Rossetti 1828-1882]
Lungi ГЁ la luce che in sГ№ questo muro
Rifrange appena, un breve istante scorta
Del rio palazzo alla soprana porta.
Lungi quei fiori d'Enna, O lido oscuro,
Dal frutto tuo fatal che ormai m'ГЁ duro.
Lungi quel ciel dal tartareo manto
- Spirits Of The Dead
Like a fast start is the sonorous wake,
A voice made of numberless voices.
I'm turning round, looking for you,
But your sound springs from inside.
You reality without essence,
Eternal fire and icy pallor.
Tell me where you are from,
- The Cliff of Suicide
When everything is bathed in colour
And a blinding golden path
Shines from the sky onto the sea,
To the white shingle beach which is below you,
Blood stains stand out every so often: red poppies.
In your deep tomb, receive the young corpses
Of those who are tired of living, those who can't find consolation
- War
Darkness has shadowed the sun.
There will be no dawn, at no time.
Dreams of the beautiful world
Became the only memories of the past.
Wings of the steel birds
Have filled once peaceful sky.
The wild beast tears the Earth
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What?
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