Black Summer Choirs

I'm close to the deepest dream.

I quiver by light.

Rays as continuous flame shake my limbs.

I'm sick, I'm sick.

I'm devouring the world,

turning it over in my bloodless arms.

I'll take it away from you.

The flight will be long, far from the sun.

It will be cold there.

I'll be the one who cover you with wings,

with my burning weeping.

I'll give you warmth again,

I'll raise your worn-out body

from the muddy ground.

That idiot glimmer does not deserve you.

I will heal your wounds.

Deep cuts, in which the frost comes,

day after day looking for your death.

No, time will not have you.

No grey room

no surgery,

will waste your beauty.

Open the door to Satan

and now I'm feeling his knife on me,

on my skin.

He bought me roses,

like a gentleman he causes me a fire.

Euphoria calls my star.

Suddenly my skies are lost

a strong thunder's going across

every boundary with lies.

Someone took and kicked me out,

my nerves like sketches of light.

Close your rays to me.

I feel my own gloom

just on your mouth, into your heart

close my eyes.

But you locked up your white gate.

Satan was in front of my face

no flames around him

while his charm pushed me down.

Stratch my heart to the ground,

drive me to your desire.

I'm like an angel without chains,

killer of straight delight.

In my bright house of despair

like a shadow I scream my rage.

We are here to destroy the sun.

there are not many questions left to ask which we could answer.

we can go so far as to say, that we have found a method capable of destroying the sun.

we can say that we are death, but no one may ever accuse us of something which has always existed.

and above all, no one will have a chance to eliminate us, as in trying our state of elimination is temporary.

you had better learn that, even as these words are catalogued as ravings of madmen,

hence... I can freely state that we are death.

(Across a broken sky

a grimy sky of loss

I hear your lies

while dull inquiring eyes

hush the witness)

One day I was kicked out of home

the banks blocked the money I had

Then I was kicked out of my town

to make room for new dreams to break.

A few days later, all my friends

became strangers and told me

I had become a hateful person suddenly

started ignoring me... nameless guy.

And the judges separated me from my family

saying that I had to resign myself.

So I was frisked, arrested, interrogated.

finally, one day I was kicked out of my country

as I was told that my culture was subversive

then I was stuck in a city I never saw before.

There I had been banned

while I was looking for some relaxing place.

So I kept on making music with few tools left

trying to speak 'bout my feelings and a world

that couldn't be here, now.

But I was even denied doing that

as they said my music was so disgraceful and bad

for this smart society.

Then, the listeners started thinking

that they are able to talk for me

so I was denied speaking.

And they want to take away any memories

from my tired mind.

But no matter because I've the heaven,

unless God is like you...

The hand caressed my brow

softly in the summer crying

unexpectedly

after that scary night

And then I opened my eyes

I saw your valiant face

I stood without a word

while the abyss was yelling its rage.

Maybe we attempted the impossible

maybe it wasn't worth it

There's nothing left for us

just clowns laughing down the streets

I couldn't regret this madness

and I couldn't forget the reason why

we came crashing against the world...

So my words are flowing slow

all over the drowsy room

like a song for one that is gone

leaving only a subtle perfume

In the air of this unwilled day

risen deaf to any burning prayers

I see a phoenix denied to rebirth

trapped in a neverending curse

Like children we wanted to unmask

the face of the universe

and we took bath in the rain, laughing desperate,

while blood was flowing down our mouths.

Like children we built a grave

and buried ourselves alive

holding hands

while darkness was taking the air forever away

on a damp ground of which the fairies were inconsolable keepers.

One day I will find you asleep. A message written on a shot...

until any time past made of words, keeps on existing by giving its light up into the sky,

we shall tenaciously work to finish it off.

there are not many examples to explain just what we are about to plan....

try to imagine long centuries without force coming from life or from tears.

Scary sounds coming out from space and novas

Haunted town

squeaky vultures on your shoulders

Skepticals...

always guess they own the knowledge

Grim wings flying out of control

on a insane decaying world of preys

Never turn your head away

never break 'em free

Love is frightening

'Love is deviant art'

Check the darkest plotter's name

Jama'atu Ahlis Sunna Lidda'awati wal-Jihad

Il quarto giorno dopo il grande buio

vedremo l'alba sorgere sui lupi

e quei colori diventati bibbia

cadranno a pezzi

vento sulla sabbia...

we are trying to carry out a realm of tyranny

that no human being could ever dream of in the most disquieting nightmare,

yet in one fine morning, all will become real and very persistent music will be heard everywhere.

a world paralysis will be the first act of that course.

nothing will work the way it did up to a few minutes before.

there will be no chance to face this impending sorrow.

we are not a sect, we are simply death.

Any possible nature of pity

has never existed, in you.

Now I am reflecting your shadow.

So, the children today are dying

and in front of their bed

comes that fever which goes up to sleep.

They are going away.

So naively taken away by a natural horror,

and, amazed by it with no salvation,

as they were invisible and idiotic animals

too far from that Heaven

to believe in its soulful land,

warn out like a few others,

trembling,

praying all this is not real.

our mission is to transfigure the current concept of beauty and aristocracy,

by modifying it within everyone in order to create a ravaging image of the present.

in order to eliminate the faintest joy of human spirit.

it's time that joy returns whence it came without wasting anymore time.

it is obvious that we shall scatter the opposition.

we are not here for money, for neither glory nor hate.

we are here to erase all. and it will be done.

the time approaches when you will know us better, and that time will be beautiful.

no matter that this may sound too difficult or ludicrous to comprehend.

any aspect of comedy will soon take leave of your mind.

One day a bad dream became true and talked to me.

It was nearly invisible,

but I could catch sight of its half-closed eyes

sometimes lit up by flashes of light,

getting through the dusk.

I couldn't leave it...

You said it was there from time immemorial.

Everybody around, not so far from there,

was talking about the things

which happened that day.

Their fates were similar.

Some kind of a God held them in him.

Your arms stretched out

to taking my breath

and my dull thinking away.

Morningtime, in a place far from wake,

you were burning down

leaving me without a memory,

in the face of that red glow.

You were screaming within your tears,

without a mouth for your voice.

That day a bad dream became true and talked to me.

After some hours a new day cracks the shadow

casting a spell on my dazed doped eyes

rewind all the films: idle viewers are here

so the moment has come to perform.

Stood by the door

flooded with sun

a shape torn by war.

Where do your eyes look when you lie...

And for sure there's a place

where I can finally forget.

Your hall of fame is a fake

hiding the sole name

that shines.

Onde lontane nel cielo

folgori d'oro

sognanti

nella tua notte infinita

cantano lenti

i tuoi santi.

The smile I've borrowed from today...

days of light

days of mistakes.

And when I'm going to cross my frail illusions

all my thoughts turn into a feeble breath of wind.

And everytime I'm losing my control,

and everytime I've tried to do my best

fire put me in shiny chains.

Some time ago I was a queen...

... my black angels... ready to die for me.

But then a frog killed all my guilt with a rad sneer.

My guilt was that I had no fear.

For all the time I'm losing that glossy light,

for all the time I've tried to do my best,

fire is still burning my precious sorrow.