Opera IX Sepulcro
I'm alone the night wind's blowing on my face and the branches of the trees are crying in the big empty if this night. Step by step along the shadow path the black cloak of darkness opens the door in the place of eternal silence. Wha strange emotions are striking my body an obscure quiet is leading my mind my hands are touching the wet trees and the undergrowth is making my way blind among the mossy stones in the realm of the dead. The old ivy-mantled gate is creaking while I am opening the door of the whisper crypt. What a morbid force my soul has a hidden god is leading my steps. I am going down is this wet stairs in the stiffing dark only the noise of a drop of water is stressing the passing time I'm alone in this sepulcro. I humble being pieteously observe the men's fragilty. Putrid bones put upon marble sacella are waiting for nothing while the cobwebs are covering the ancient effigies everything's resting in a monumental silence here everything is forgotten here. I alone in this sepulcro will bring these relics back to life with my profane action. This is a sacred profanation that will give life to death the eternal life of memory. Alone in this sepulcro.
