Die Form Vox Angelica
Between a dream and a reality,
under comets and golds,
in ash and lime,
where the memory is erased,
where sight becomes blurred,
when the gesture grows dim
and the thin sound is stiffled,
where the flame wavers
when the bent body sinks down.
Under the veil of pain
I hold out my arm towards your forehead
your body bends under the weight of the blade
and my heart fills up with tears,
I am cold and I die,
but our love remains beyond and elsewhere.
