On Thorns I Lay On Thousand Times
The damnation of the centuries is still staying Here, like the black cloud of grief, like the dull Dawn of an autumnol day Pain, sorrow, hystery is what offer to us our Lord, Watch the beautifull sky, this foolmoon night, Stars light all the creation into this darkness Unknown sounds brake the eternal tranquillity Oh favorable wind, reel like furious Higher from the grand turret, where Death And life become one, the journey of soul after Death, memories from the signs of the cross Where the infernal abyss seems to be The passage from the time to the eternity The only one I want is to be true In a dull sky with clouds and despair, the beaming Of the moon seems to be the unexpected hope This salvation could be like an oasis somewhere in Egypt Why is such a mystery? Even I feel the ancient force when I walk to the Enternal of a pyramid or a temple. I know that the spirit Springs from the liberty of the mind, and one day you will see... That we will leave everything back, why is such our purpose? Because life is the suffering that you'll pay for the eternal hapiness There isn't truth more, gold from the truth of grief, One thousand times to be born, one thousand times you will crucified The old woman is still wail for the dead, the old like paths of the people to wake up the dead. The damnation of hundred years, it's still living with us, Like the black cloud of sorrow, like the dull dawn of an autumnal day
