1. I WROTE HER NAME ON MY TESTAMENT

On a dirty parchment,
A raven wrote her name.

I put my testament
In a screaming flame.

The feather fell before my feet
When came the last night spirit.
Above the woeful moon so high,
The sweet stars slowly die.

My mind is screaming for my internal strife.
I've seen into the fire the end of my life.
My testament lies into a wooden chest,
May this woman be eternally blessed.

All of the answers are behind the door,
Where I'm going to right now.
I no longer care of the human war,
My testament was found into the snow.


2. BEHIND THE DOOR

It was cold traveling here,
Behind the door my sight was clear.

When it ended,
Everything was grey.

These wonderful things I need,
I'll find them another day.

I was lost in emptiness,
And I fell over the loneliness,
Behind the heavenly mists.

Oppressing...

Death's caress is sweeter
Than any woman's one.
Its arms are like a shelter,
Like the light of a blackened sun.

Behind the gates,
There's nothing we hate.
Wandering there,
In the freezing air,
Is like an eternal sleep
In limbo so deep.
I feel the waves
Of the garden of graves.


3. GARDEN OF GRAVES

To the grim garden,
So cold and frozen,
Of the stone graves.

The fallen ones,
Where the moon darkens,
Lie beneath the ivy.

In the mists of despair,
And fragments of air,
Fly some lost souls.

I'm walking there,
At the edge of nowhere,
Enjoying their presence.

As the wind is sceaming,
The sky is dying.
The moon is sad.
The world is mad.

The ghosts that shake under us,
In the darkness of the caves,
Send us their spectral shadows,
Here, in the garden of graves.

To the dead garden,
So cold and frozen,
Of the stone graves.

The flying ones,
Where the moon darkens,
Lie beneath the grass.

In the screams of despair,
And fragments of air,
Fly some lost spirits.

I'm dying there,
At the edge of nowhere,
Enjoying their existence.

As the time is screaming,
My body is dying.
The moon is sad.
The world is mad.

The ghosts that shake under us,
In the darkness of the caves,
Send us their spectral shadows,
Here, in the garden of graves.


4. MY TESTAMENT WAS NEVER FOUND

I walked along the river,
In need of the land drawer.
I wanted just one answer,
If the heavens were scattered.

On the top of the mountain,
I've seen how vast was my domain.

I know I'll never walk any road,
On the land where it snowed,
Watching the celestial wonders.

The painter of skies was gone
In the voids of aeon.
The land was drawn.

Astral wind floating,
Eternal voids fading,
The land was drawn.

I've seen the colors of the plain.
I've seen the corner of the plain.

Now, all light's gone, as my fading existence,
But it remains a woeful and grim presence,
Wonderful as the rain falling at horizon,
I'm free of my suffocating prison.