On Thorns I Lay Cleopatra
I feel a forbearing, strange feeling to capture me The falling into the deep of the Blasphemy is what turns aside me The cycle of wisdom makes me to feel the power which marches to the deliverance of the Death I remember her Godly shape, she was so pretty, so magnificent, faraway from the human limits... but now... I don't know... I hear your voice, oh why are you so far? Believe me, look my eyes, feel me We shall continue forever, together into a cursed land here love is like, the flower, among the thorns The romanticism lives into the endless meadows and seas, to the beautifull mystical lakes Very high mountains, where live the Gods, guide our destiny. Look at me, I am still crying This is my eternal torture. Show me the way to shun the damnation of the Lord He faced me with pitilless, mercilessly Now I hate him, now I am abandoned for ever... for ever... Paradise and hell become one, it doesn't matter if it's a dream, it doesn't matter if it's still raining if it's the thing that you hate most of all... But you know that your spirit is still in the air It takes you again and again, you put your lips to her lips for your love...
