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I can't help thinking of tomorrow
Now when I've still got all my full will
To overcome my fear
And makes me feel a real sorrow
How my heart crazy is just I'll
Beating foreseeing what is near
Lord!
I'll defend my honor
My life is the price
I must throw the dice
Before tomorrow
I feel the sorrow
And in the mirror
I watch the terror
This is my night long and cruel
Before the duel!
Before tomorrow I have to write out
My best lyric poem
I have never made before
And when I'm walking through the night about
Inspiration comes to me
To liberate my sore
God!
May not come tomorrow!
If I have to die
My poem's a goodbye
Before tomorrow
I feel the sorrow
And in the mirror
I watch the terror
This is my night long and cruel
Before the duel!
Before tomorrow
I feel the sorrow
And in the mirror
I watch the terror
This is my night long and cruel
Before the duel!
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I was the sunlight
I was the storm
Of this empty world
I spread joy and fright
Among the swarm
He was born
He was afraid
My soul torn left
And I feel betrayed
What I see
I can't forgive
This pain within me
Despite you live
Miracles
Only miracles
Taking my time for miracles
Bringing you to life
A thousand ages I roamed
Wherever I could see the road
Moving mountains
With faith I showed
Feelings are never owed
Just in time I realized
How much I'm yet
In vain sacrified
Now I have nothing to say
No God to pray to
Nowhere to stay
Miracles
Only miracles
Taking my time for miracles
Bringing me to life
A God omnipotent
Was not omnipresent
An unbeliever man
Broke up his sacred plan
Took care of his own mind
His eyes no longer blind
The God swore paradise
The man's life is the price
A God omnipotent
Was not omnipresent
An unbeliever man
Broke up his sacred plan
Don't want your mercy
I don't need your hand
I just can live without your help at all
Shall I take my vengeance
Or let him live alone?
Shall you just think out the way
That you are treat your first son
Shall my fury slam
'Till you kneel and crawl?
Won't grovel down
Look for another lamb
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From hidden places
Tied up with tight laces
The best magician made his escapade
From all kind of cases
Leaving without traces
Like a living ghost
He just could always fade
In the life scene
His mother's been
Carried off beyond
She left this side
And he then tried
To prove he could
Cut the life bond
No, that's no possible at all
I am gonna slip in like a shade
No, that's no possible at all
I must perform my las escapade
I'll flee!
Break out
From the death world!
In his fixed obsession
He made up a plan:
He'd prompt to escape from his afterlife
In a mediums session
Figured as a man
He will pay a last visit to his wife
Called by his wife
He came to live
Could undo the string
A voice was heard
Saying the words
Secret key
In her wedding ring
No, that's no possible at all
I am gonna slip in like a shade
No, that's no possible at all
I must perform my las escapade
I'll flee!
Break out
From the death world!
I fled!
Yes, I could flee
From the damned death world!
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Through the Gates of the Silver Key |
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(This song is based on the Dreamlands
Of H. P. Lovecraft)
When I was a child wandered
Through meadows, my time squandered
Lost in the sweet nostalgia
Was looking for
A way in my dreams
When I have the Silver Key
It will be too late to flee
The Guardian tells me with deep voice
Iridescent balls of noise
Beyond the Planes of the Space
Yog Sothoth will show Its face
Madness will be his grace
Over Mountains
My mind shouts freely
Like a melody
Through the Gates of the Silver Key
Dear Dreamlands
Put in me your brand!
Take me into your secrets
Show me the dark way of Kadath!
I travelled for unknown places
I knew strange races
Lost in the mist of Dreamlands
Was looking for
The City Of the Gods
When the cold fills my poor soul
I know I've come to my goal
I see monstrous walls to raise
Covered by a cloth of ice
Far beyond of the sacred door
I will find the true Gods' lore
And all will be like yore
Over Mountains
My mind shouts freely
Like a melody
Through the Gates of the Silver Key
Dear Dreamlands
Put in me your brand!
Take me into your secrets
Show me the dark way of Kadath!
The Old Ones were, are and will be
Their Messenger I am, come with me!
The darkness reigns in the Hall
He taught me in the cold nightfall
That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange aeons even death may die
Over Mountains
My mind shouts freely
Like a melody
Through the Gates of the Silver Key
Dear Dreamlands
Put in me your brand!
Take me into your secrets
Show me the dark way of Kadath!
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[Based on the story of Gustavo Adolfo Becquer (Spanish poet 1836-1870)]
And old legend tells
A spirit of the devil dwells
In a lake beyond the trees
And I found my ruin in this place
Green eyes
Like a beam of the sun
That, swift, hides while it runs
Within the white foam
Green eyes
Your glance burned my chest
The desire of the quest
Of some eyes like those
Loneliness did filled my soul
And my mind they stole
I became drunk with its melancholy
When I saw her eyes in water
Green eyes
Like a beam of the sun
That, swift, hides while it runs
Within the white foam
Green eyes
Your glance burned my chest
The desire of the quest
Of some eyes like those
My course was her call
To her bed of emeralds
Waters jumped in glints of light
And then closed over my body
Green eyes
Like a beam of the sun
That, swift, hides while it runs
Within the white foam
Green eyes
Your glance burned my chest
The desire of the quest
Of some eyes like those
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I'm looking inside for
The particles of my past
Putting all together
To compose a neat contrast
And now, in the middle
I have found what ever lasts
Blowing like spring air
Is the love which brings a blast
I feel my prior time
Like a pantomine
In which what is prime
Never comes again
Meanwhile your living
Is going on
Love I have discovered
In the core of human frame
Where all is always changing
Love is every time the same
It's the force of past
To give me impulse to win the game
At the end of my way
Love cleans all my harshest blames away
I feel my prior time
As if was a crime
In which I think I'm
Who feels and gives pain
Meanwhile your living
Is going on
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Knowledge seeker
Life is a breath
Drink in its beaker
Soon will come death
And between columns
Requiem will be solemn
We are the worns
Who gnaw your bones
And your soul transform
Angels calling in my dream
In my eternal dream
Beyond the sea
Grey melancholy
Who knows its trip?
Where will go the ship?
In the end of the way
Is there some hope?
Why have I to pray?
Where is life's rope?
Caronte will sail
Will not stop his gale
Nothing I am
Dus, you will be
Forever damned
Devils screaming in my dream
This is thir blaspheme
Beyond the sea
Grey melancholy
Who knows its trip?
Where will go the ship?
Who wants to know the truth?
Since the life is a crux
Only you must believe in you
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Iulius Caesar (Interlude) |
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My sight is a blurred skyline
The blue stream its head inclines
Doubt's river-like
Made with cold blood
My will's the dyke
That stops the flood
When anguish grows
It overflows so slow
When I have just done my best
I say: Alea jacta est
I've made up my mind
With my troops behind
The eagles are shadowing the west!
I see the river
And know I have to cross
Waters carries past with them
Never coming back yet
A bitter stone like round distress
Suddenly I take and toss
Gushes flow with scum light red
Omen of a fast end
When I have just done my best
I say: Alea jacta est
I've made up my mind
With my troops behind
The eagles are shadowing the west!
Doubt!
After reflecting I shout:
Eagles of the war, march on!
Water hasn't got return when it is gone
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It's the sea of life a nightmare
For the searching and ever coming back.
In the middle of the empty nowhere
In a deep hole that is getting black
The sea
Is a pool full of tears that shed
My solitude that was thus fed
With the outrage voices uttered by the sirens.
The sea
Is the vast void from I can't flee
Is the smooth mirror of my glee
Like liquid stuff of blurred time
[Chorus]
In the unstill bluish sea
Searching a port that cares for me
Coming back to get free
My tortured soul
I can ride
In love the waves in glide
In love I'm looking for a reason to hold on
Hearing in the sea an old tone
Of mermaids at my side
While the waves make my ocean tide
The sea
Is where I just try to make sense
Of this life fabric thick and dense
Where I can feel distress and dismay for me.
The sea
Is the great well of fantasy
Whose source is our melancholy
From which springs up and flows
[Chorus]
The sea
Is a pool full of tears that shed
My solitude that was thus fed
With the outrage voices uttered by the sirens.
The sea
Is the vast void from I can't flee
Is the smooth mirror of my glee
Like liquid stuff of blurred time
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