Estel

Nella mattina fredda

nel tiepido cuore

nell'anima vinta

brilla argentea

Tillion il Maia

You're hunting Me.

So why does it feel like 

I'm the one hunting.

Through the perilous waters of memory

I've long since lost the sirens voices

I've thrown my old Heart into the abyss

dreaming of you before yourself

my eyes dried by nothingness

fixed madly on a light to come

And the beating

more frightening than a thousand ghosts

It keeps me awake amidst terror and fear

For it is said

"Speak a word and save me,

Speak a word and breake me"

La saggezza del Demone

I'll never understand the human race

How easily they throw themsels in disgrace

Falling prey to earthly desires

While heaven burn deep within their fires

So miserable this human kind

I'll never cease to amuse myself

watching  their daily rotten self

Notturno

A flickering, A Moth

through Darkness is lost

Moving vainly toward the flame

stepping into the wooly light

And the Shades beneath the candle

move circling in the Night

Not a lament nor a sound

just a moment, a sudden dawn

There's no flickering, there are no Shades

only a light amidst nocturnal Graves.