Coroner's Sun

Fast, without a story the past falls

After so many windy days

A nameless new fog comes.

All that you may hear is just a lost noise...

Like a feverish hell's drone

In this petrified hill.

Anyway here it comes

Looking like unforeseen joy

In the end, as a thief

As a silly memory.

Stealing on stars on stars

And their everlasting fire.

Summertime, secretely

Here it comes with its nonsense

Stealing any revenge

And the voice of the dumb dead

Stealing both Satan's blood

And every possible last hope.

S'got your face, your language

Your all-time depressing voice

Your postcards from the world

Sent off when you were a star.

All the wanton lies you always spread

And all the allies you always had

Are now close to burn down.

Unreal oblivion without sound

Makes everything more ghostly while

So still appears the garden.

S'got the grudge you always had

And the snobbery of whom

Has a friend, maybe dead

His stuffed body in the lounge.

S'got the grudge you always had

And the snobbery of whom

Had a love, time ago...

Who killed you before your crimes...

Sunrays never shined

On the most luminous places

The children have never nailed lizards

Onto any wooden boards.

Stormy days were lukewarm

Like gentle spring caresses

And thunders were like a music

Not scaring anybody.

The sea went to draw a lost lake

While lapping the continent

Just while the snow was falling down

without memories.

Believe it

You were born within the arms

Of a crepuscular glory.

Faceless, His eyes smiled at you

Like inviolate coral

While you were gazing

At another haven's name

With your hazy memory

After a further flight

Called "birthday"...

Believe it

And now everybody falls asleep

In this grand silence

I knew that this moment would have come

To take your deep kiss away.

My bed now is filled with blood.

We are here to destroy the sun

The rusty sun

Now.

We've found the real way

To turn off its dumb heat.

None of you

Will have a chance to kill us.

Learning this will be fine.

We can say we are the death.

We're trying to carry out

A realm of terror...

No human being even dreamt of it.

It's clear we shall wipe out

Any resistance,

Now.

I'm told you had to be here three hours ago

But I've got no signal from you...

I can't remember the sound of your voice...

We need that recorded message.

Maybe you're already around this area...

But no way to see any trace of you, I repeat.

We didn't give up, I'm still here

And the others are waiting for some infos, close to "25".

Try to communicate with me by using "the other" language

Although I'm not so experienced in decoding it.

I'm afraid I might lose you forever.

This would be the end of everything.

My room by the Invisible Front

Is to be left soon. -They- call it "glaciation room".

Your message must be immediately spread

Talk to me now, because in a few hours

They will find my shadow... no doubt.

We're using this album to make you know our exact location

Please, contact me/us immediately at 4-260063-942525 EU.

There's no more time...

I can see the "other face" on the horizon.

No one remained...

Dirty liquid runs down the walls

Sliding through forgotten pipes.

Once I had beautiful flowers.

A beautiful child brought them to me every morning.

She'd explain how to keep them

Till next day

Fresh and shiny.

Then she disappeared, smiling,

Hoping I'd have carried on

With those scents just for myself.

I wanted to forget... and still, today

I'm trying not to remember

But my own sky

Overturns itself into a never-ending sun

Seemingly impressed on the ground.

I had every nature of a real garden

And its most beautiful colours

Spreading all around me.

There were enchanted animals and gems

Consecrated to truth

Strong winter days and blue rain bursting

In May

Music of the Gods and flashes of Credo...

Athens turned to Heavens.

Everything was unspoken

Holding up Paradise invisible tones.

Everything I described

Was actually alive

Incredibly shiny

Preserved within the sky dead zone.

He sets off surrounded by the black rays of death

Staring at it moment after moment

While his soul is watching over ancient starless skies

Whose life was it?

He knows it, he knows it all

He doesn't judge

But knows every single thing

Sunlight chokes up his heart

Surrounding him with buffoonery and wickedness

He walks on the never ending sun

He is exhaused

He neither bows nor rejoices once neart death

Never a tear on his face nor any dream through his mind

Same old pallor running across his ghostly silence

Giving him austerity and charming aversion

He's got the features of a Hollywood star

When gnelte and bored he's walking with different elegance

Towards the tracks of the eternal shadow

His blue silk refined coats don't loose composure

In front of a Nikon D-50 automatic flashes

And.. he vaguely slightly waves with his hand

Thus not discouraging the beasts around him

But, now, the onlookers' breathing is getting troubled

And alarmed...

The coroner knows that once the rays of the sun grow dim

It is time to enjoy the end of the film.

I couldn't foretell what it will be happening

In the next hours

I know you are laying on the ground

And every reason is lost

And anywhing you may think

Is hidden and buried with you.

But I am ready to find you

Ready to give life to your corpse.

I caught your faint signals

And I am ready to come

My blinding chilly sun.

Yes, sometimes I might hear

The hazy shape of your terrible echo.

I Never joked. Never mocked you nor me.

I am real.

I have killed every dream.

In every death there shines a star.

Every sorrow recalls frames of a no return to life.

May you see the brightness of lost distant Jupiter's rings?

One day sunrise never will come.

No return to life.

Flashes of life chase each others.

Would have cried all my tears...

down there I found my breath.

And heart doesn't beat anymore

but life's dreaming into dread.

Mars sky's layers are licking me.

No return to life.