1. BATTESIMO : NERO OPACO

A Mother's Mistake


2. A THOUSAND BREATHING CROSSES

En moi, battent de l'aile, éternelles colombes,
Les blancs désirs du calme où dorment les défunts.

Tears of May...
How much I have cried for you, my love
But you stand-up,
While I fall on my knees...

Yesterday, I killed myself :
I couldn't just go on with this.
The tears of June at least
I won't cry anymore...


3. CONSUMING JERUSALEM

I kissed Pilato's hands and touched the nails in Jesus's ones
Making the favourite jewels of my wife with his collapsed eyes
In the pure waters of baptism, I have baths of iconoclast youth
On the humilated cross of Christ, I hang on the ghosts of moral slaveries

Two thousand years and I realised Vatican's foundations rise-up on earth entrails
Two thousand years and I realised Vatican's columns are full of reptiles drenched with wasted prayers
My flight is now nocturne, unsoiled by celestial trinities
Your beloved God, my once unrequested shelter

I saw him drowning in my excrements
In the dim light of a no-consolation oracle
I won't be chained to you forever
I won't be victim of my human desire

My flesh's not praying for mercy anymore, and my soul has gone
Leaving a black web on its place...
...A black web devouring the once deposed egg
Gift of an eighteen years soul trascendence

I, the delivered treasure
I, field of misery
I, enfeebled cobweb
I, the mirror phobic, the neo-phobic
I, marbre noir
I, shadow of myself
I, tragoedia


4. FADE TO GREY (VISAGE COVER)

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5. ON PERSPECTIVE OF SPIRITUAL CATHARSIS

The silence is my perfect partner
I feel it, in my daily actions
I remove all the past illusions
That grip away from my mouth

My carnal shape is complete and strong
And this is the pure human form
The sounds of words and thoughts
Are nothing but the uncertainty
Of all is supposed to be known

The Limbo is the dry season I beg for
It bleeds out my dreamy soul, alone and lifeless
Sands cover the last caress of life
No pain is concerned to help the reborn through my shroud

Hanging in the balance of a perfect mind
And in the truth of a non-sense religion
Once I fed my head now I betray my body
It's all I have the lies carry an entire existence

The separation from every new day
Engulfe the misery of me that still kill
My spiritual movements
And the supreme desire to be one with the infinity
Have swallowed not only my pride to live
But the indifference will rule in my world
The blind mass can't get me


6. SELUNHS AGGELOS

Dressed in beauty and light
He silently enters your dreams.
And to gently awake you, he depones
In your mouth the wet gift : Semen Lunae


7. FROM THESE WOUNDS

Souls in gangrene, deformed human projections
Moving, but not living, on sanguis vibrations, your pseudo-lifes, please follow my tedious call, vertical pain

I dare you : bury me so deep that I won't smell anymore the disgusting stench of your flesh
So deep that I couldn't see anymore the pale colour of your skin

Down there, far from the violent cries of your children and just there, far from all your boring questions
Questions, questions, questions
May you be devoured at once by your own curiosity and your mouth become the most ruthless of all murderers

This is the chant of the grand cosmic defeated to you, conqueror of everlasting earthly frustration

Your smile : vulgar horizontal contraction, had always been my pain, vertical pain
Ah! Your smiles...

Become conscious that an universe of sewer hides inside you, silent, but patient, awaits your last heartbeat to start its slow demolition work : Mater Putrefactio

And then this flesh of yours, once illuded to change the world, shall again feed the ground, and the ground, new worms, continuing a grotesque cycle of cosmic gangrene

Born from the wounds of men, the once preacher of existental depression, disclosed my tenebrous double, with no time, sound and size: Magister Silentii

I, king of a woundless reign, where the feeble memories of your faces are just like yellowed pictures of defuncts

Where your words, re-echoing far in time, sounds like laments of a dying bat, and those wounds, once deep & atrox are only dead masks on a tragic marble.


8. TERRA MATER OFRANORUM

...And wherever I touch you, or kiss you,
Or lay my hands on you,
I can feel the cold bones of a dead


9. NEPHTALI

I promise,
I promise sworn enemy of the virgin
Coming out of the body of this creature to make her a sign on the heart, of the length of a pin
...And this sign will bleed

[Chorus]
And I promise that gresil and amand will do the same
Their hole in the same way

A red cross, and leaving on the hand, the holy name of Mary in Roman characters
Engraved deeply in the flesh, and she became a completely Different woman

[Chorus]

And she became a completely Different woman with a face of uncommon beauty, and we went together on a pilgrimage

On her Grave, on her Grave, on her Grave


10. LA NOIA

I feel this dazed by the nothing which is surrounding me that, if I went mad in this very moment, my own insanity wouldn't be but, an eternal sitting down.
My eyes astounded, my mouth's opened, my hands hidden between my knees, neither laughing or weeping, nor even moving, if not on Compulsion from the place where I'd be.
I have no more vigour to conceive any wish, not even a deadly one, and not because I fear death, but because I no longer see any difference between death and this life of mine where nobody comes on to relieve me, not even the sorrow.
This is the first time that tedium not only tires and weighs down on me, it's also worrying and tearing me, just like the strongest of pains.
I've got so frightened by the vanity of things and the condition of mankind - death of every passion - as they're all dead, in my eart, that I'm going insane, thinking that my despair itself isn't but nothing.
Farewell