1. PASSAGE...

(Instrumental)


2. ...IN NOVEMBER DAYS

Wordless promises
Rang out towards
Shapeless shadows
Fallen facing me.

It was time to dream
And was time to burn through stars.
Now it's time to live
The conscious autumn of a dead leaf.

Tragical misanthropy,
Sorrowless fallen tears,
Suicidal melody,
Minor notes to a withered leaf.
Late at Autumn elegy,
Dusk in lines, melancholy,
Solitary dimmed dreams,
Rain of pain and misery.

Passage in November days,
Density of mortal sins,
Isolated landscapes,
Masks in a graveyard scene.
Eternal fearful place
Caressed by fury gleam,
Caressed by rays of rage,
Paradossal symmetry.


3. TRIUMPH OF ES (PRELUDE OF SIN)

(Instrumental)


4. TRIUMPH OF ES (ODE TO IRRATIONALITY)

Empire of I,
Its chains, its nails.
Its impulses, its impudence
Trapped in that cage.
I let flow my infant cry
Reaching paroxysm Nadir,
I let drop mournful black.
Ode to irrationality.

Imperial chains
Broke effortless
Celebrating
Triumph of Es

Praxis of sins,
Obsolete sense of death,
Exaltation post-creation,
Obedience to Nothingness.
I let flow my infant cry
Reaching paroxysm Nadir,
I let drop mournful black.
Ode to irrationality.


5. CHILD OF DECADENCE

My need to escape,
Overturning sight,
Detached all the nails
Blending me in the night.
"I'll rest in a grave,
Masked in exile,
Nullifing the Space,
Nullifing the Time.
Child of decadence."

Can the death punish me ?
Can the death blame me ?

My dreams turn to sin: innocence of soul.
Senses in black tears: broked all the frames.

Can the death punish me ?
Can the death blame me ?

Anguish and decay:
Child of decadence
Stabbed by the pride.
I was seeking Death
Between grace and pain :
Child of decadence
Burned by the shadows
Of a dying breath.
Insanity ? Child of decadence.
Will it never end ?
In too deep. Child of decadence.
Where no time will tame the endless night.


6. AUTUMN LEAVES

Raindrops on my senses
Fallen in tender grace
Caressed my certainties
Fallen in imperfect innocence.

Through listless cypresses
Sounded gyves and litanies,
And shivering clouds to fade away
Began to cry again.

Cry as rain
Of autumn on the
Graves,
On the ground,
On the crosses.
Thou will be carried in
The fog
With your tears
By the wind
As autumn leaves.

Trampled leaves fidgety broke,
The lightest ones hovered in flight
Lulled by wind stroke
The most lay unnoticed.

Cry as rain
Of autumn on the
Graves,
On the ground,
On the crosses.
Thou will be carried in
The fog
With your tears
By the wind
As autumn leaves.