1. SPIRITS OF THE OATH

(Instrumental)


2. LOST SOULS IN THE PIT OF CORRUPTION

Out from the morbid schemes of a sick conformity
She watched over a tomb beaded with tearful dew
Casket of maternal memory exiled by her own hand...
In here she turned the pages of a magic diary
Written by the tears of the gods, like angels with no light
Opened wide mystical portals driving through the dark

Punishments worse than death
Being alive with no sight beyond
Corrupted souls unchained to their nameless graves
No wasted grief for my pain, for I deliver souls
Countless deceptive mantras for misguided mankind lies
Last phase of a bloody moon, last page of this diary
An anathema against them crawling in the dark

Lost souls in the pit of corruption
Damned by their own fallen star
Lost souls without promise of redemption
Crowd the timeless barrier of fate
The stench of your tiny virtues
Is much stronger than this gravy smelll
Deformed like black angels without face
You have to follow that strange light

Gli uomini possono chiudere gli occhi davanti alla grandezza
Davanti all'orrore, davanti alla bellezza
E turarsi le orecchie dinanzi a melodie o parole seducenti
Ma non possono sottrarsi al profumo
Poiché il profumo è il fratello del respiro
E un giorno forse il grande pifferaio
Intonerà le note alle nostre canzoni
E la musica come fuoco fonderà l'armonia di indelebile sigillo


3. ANGEMON

Waiting for unknown events to happen in this age
All that was forgotten came back
In front of everyone's eyes
Numbers and cryptic times like hermetic seals of the gods
Became as clear as the avenging angel's last trumpet

Oh, Angemon

Angemon inside of me, image of the outer gods
Angemon, the cryptic flame from the other side
And so I'm such alone channeling the quintessence
Of dystopic silent ways to filter the vibrant curves

Se chi comprende la norma non compie sforzi per diffonderla
O se chi si atterrà alla norma lo fa esitando
Allora non importa che esso viva o muoia...
...o muoia


4. THE WORLD IS THE GAME OF THE DEAD

This is how I belong to the dark
In a fairy eve crossed by favourished shell
Burning leave our only lair
My hunger sees to send a vow

His hour which hounds seem all black
Falling away in my heartless wail
Condemned by horror of disdained grace
In a dressing hour for walking in the place

The World is the Game of the Dead
Riding the learning
Through Hellfire, this is in the air
Cold black vein
Willing stones leading
How hold vanethy wing
Rising from the deep
Cold our brights


5. SERPENTS OF THE GREAT CHANGE

They are walking besides me
Full of insane false joy
The people marching to consume
Conquering to rot alone
They are looking at me
With lightless blind eyes
They are falling like leaves
From withered dead trees:
The people judging me to crush
Absolving themselves from their guilts

Serpents of the Great Change
They grow in my nightmares
From dark angles hidden into the anti-cosmo
They crawl to possess my mind and soul
Making me to burn all impurities before me


6. RAGE OF UNSAID WORDS

Nest of flies inside your mouth
Tongue of serpent twists mute lips
Liar truth unspoken by silences old... Hypocrisy
Read between the hidden lines
Unfold the veil of grace unholy
Turn the pages of this book
Comprehending how the story ends

Kali Yuga - Age of chaos
Consequences of Babel Tower's fall
Seven angels, seven seals
Seven doors, read the Eibon's book
Prophecies of Heathendom
Sealed behind fearful sewed mouths
Ghastly void of a hopeless quest
A search for help... Rage of unsaid words


7. LITURGY OF THE SMELL

Scan the adoration's perceptive fragrancy
To raise thy Ain Soph Aur above all gods
Lead the rats to their goal: A chtonian ecstasy
Like a sort of Hamelin's Piper at the end of the world
Decorate the room with devotion and verity
Not to forget, my dear, a strong will to behold

Nothing more than a witchery
Inspiring us from the shadows
A bleeding heart to torn from our chests
Sacred offering to raise our mouldy self
It's only a liturgy of the smell


8. LA STRANA CASA

(No lyrics available)


9. LA SOCIETÀ DEGLI ETERNI

Or raccogli in te le sensazioni estreme
Che sa donar, altera, questa musica mai doma
Dei quattro elementi essa è l'insieme...
Fuoco, acqua, vento, terra: tutti in sè essa li ama

Sprofonda nel tuo sogno, fingendo di andare
In ogni luogo e tempo, nel cielo e nel mare
Ancor non nato nel ventre materno
E poi torna indietro per narrarmi

Una storia colma di vita e di morte
Che possa vergare su questo antico diario
Ch'io possa sancire un fiero patto con la sorte
Per tramandar me stesso aldilà del mio sudario

Sprofonda nel tuo sogno, fingendo di andare
In ogni luogo e tempo, nel cielo e nel mare
Ancor non nato nel ventre materno
E poi torna indietro per narrarmi

...E così, di padre in figlio, di fratello in fratello
Da maestro ad adepto
Da sposa dei boschi a consorte caprino
Sussurrate all'orecchio o trascritte su pergamena
Queste sono le storie che attraversano I mondi
Che infrangono ogni barriera e strappano ogni velo
Noi ne siamo custodi, oratori e auditorio compassato
Siamo ciò che gli Iniziati conoscono come
la Società degli Eterni


10. OLD SOULS

Our love is an old love, baby
It's older than all our years

I've seen in strange young eyes
Familiar tears

We're old souls in a new life, baby
They gave us a new life to live and learn
Some time to touch old friends
And still return

Our paths have crossed and parted
This love affair was started
Long, long ago

This love survives the ages

In its story lives are pages
Fill them up, may ours turn slow

Oh, our love is a strong love, baby
We give it all and still receive
And so with empty arms
We must still believe

All souls last forever
So we need never fear goodbye
A kiss when I must go
No tears, in time we kiss hello