Music by Gianluca Castelli, Luca Catalano & Marco Catalano
Lyrics by Wilma Collo
I’LL HAVE YOU WALKING STRAIGHT INTO MY TRAP
AND I WILL WELCOME YOU INTO MY SPHERE
YOU’LL STARE INTO MY EYES AND BE MY SLAVE
DESERT THE UNMANNED BULWARKS OF YOUR WILL
EMPTY YOURSELF TILL I HAVE HAD MY FILL
SHE WILL TREAD LONG ROADS OF GREYNESS
IN A LAND OF HAZY REMAINS
FROM THE PALACES OF GREATNESS
TO THE MESH OF UNLIGHTED LANES
LISTEN FOR HER STEPS OVER THE MOOR
CALL THAT IS NOT HEARD DISTANT CONTOUR
HE CAME IN THE WAN YEAR OF LAMENTATION,
DISPOSSESSED INHERITOR OF HIS LOT
SOMBERNESS AND GRIMNESS UPON HIS FEATURES,
HE WAS JUST A PAWN
IN THE MIRROR OF REMEMBRANCE
ALL IS BLURRED IN NEBOLOUS DOUBT
SHE WILL WALK ALONE WHERE ALL THINGS FADE
FOR NOBODY KNOWS THE WEEPING MAID
HE CAME IN THE WAN YEAR OF LAMENTATION,
DISPOSSESSED INHERITOR OF HIS LOT
SOMBERNESS AND GRIMNESS UPON HIS FEATURES,
HE WAS JUST A PAWN
BY THE RUINOUS RAVINE
DEATH HAS COME, DEATH HAS CONQUERED
TWISTING THROES OF AGONY
FOR THE SNAKE’S LAST BREATH
MORTAL IRON IN HIS GUTS,
AND HIS FEY EYES SPEAK MURDER
EXHALATION OF BLACK BLASTS,
WHEEZING VOICE OF SPITE
℗ Electromantic Music – Ainur