Battlefield

I fought many battle,

For every one I won I lost another one.

I fought on time and again,
never defeated.But every battle drained a piece of my soul.

Now I have no more soul to send on this battlefield,
no harrows on my bow,
no sword at my side.

I'm walking across the battlefield
bleeding,
breathing,
no more than a whisper...

Disappearing in the fog...

I walk alone

I'm walking in a living nightmare.

Darkness is all around me,
and thick fog displace images,
and memories,
and world.

I cannot say if is this a dream
or reality.

I walk alone
as alone ever I was.

Whispers from the fog.
Whispers in my mind.
Whispers all around.

And I'm alone in this eternal night.
And I'm alone
And I walk alone
as ever I was...

To a passers by

The deafening road around me roared.

Tall, slim, in deep mourning, making majestic grief,

A woman passed, lifting and swinging

With a pompous gesture the ornamental hem of her garment,



Swift and noble, with statuesque limb.

As for me, I drank, twitching like an old roué,

From her eye, livid sky where the hurricane is born,

The softness that fascinates and the pleasure that kills,



A gleam... then night! O fleeting beauty,

Your glance has given me sudden rebirth,

Shall I see you again only in eternity?



Somewhere else, very far from here! Too late! Perhaps never!

For I do not know where you flee, nor you where I am going,

O you whom I would have loved, O you who knew it!

I need a field to walk

Solo e pensoso i più deserti campi
vo mesurando a passi tardi e lenti,
e gli occhi porto per fuggire intenti
ove vestigio uman l'arena stampi.

Altro schermo non trovo che mi scampi
dal manifesto accorger de le genti;
perché ne gliatti d'alegrezza spenti
di fuor si legge com'io dentro avampi:

sì ch'io mi credo omai che monti e piagge
e fiumi e selve sappian di che tempre
sia la mia vita, ch'è celata altrui.

Ma pur sì aspre vie né sì selvagge
cercar non so ch'Amore non venga sempre
ragionando con meco, et io co llui.

I'm fading away

I'm not a coward!

I fought every day,
I stand alone in the storm,
I open my eyes every day,
and get up,
and breathe!

But not now!

No, I have no fear,

I'm tired

tired of almost everything.

So i drifted in the dark
and fade away...

Infinite...

   
I feel the pain of the darkness
Everyday
I can't see the light,
Lost, without return.

Trapped here!

The walls around me
spill the blood of my suffering.

I hear,
I hear the voices,
voices in my mind.

Despair
all is wasted...

Dead!

The lost one

I'm the Knight of the Black Rose,
I can't hear my heartbeat,
or breathe the air nevermore.
But I still feel the pain.

My heart is black, and broken.

My soul is burned, and dead.

But,

I'm the Knight of the Black Rose!
And I'm here to stay,
forever and ever
crying at my fate!

The banshees

The wails of the Banshees are screaming in my mind!

Moaning, and crying,
torture me
forever!

They howling my fault,
forever and ever.

In this night,
I'm sitting,
and listening to them.

I'm thinking,
and thinking again
upon my eternity...

All your hatred!

Here, my friends, my true friends, you may scream all your hatred!!

The dark minstrel

I can't did what the gods may want!

They set me in this abyss,
where all is darkness and cold!

"Till your fault will paid in full!"

And now I'm here.
I'm paying all my fault,
I'll chose to pay my punishment.

I embraced death,
I embraced sorrow,
I embraced all the fucking thing god threw to me

I'm the dark minstrel,
and now i sing my grim song

Lost in eternal darkness...

Infinite misery...

Trapped
in this false world.

I cannot die!

I cannot live!

In this cruel gods' game
without the light of a sight
or
the warm of a caress.

I'm the lost one.

I'm a life without a death!

I'm a dead without a life!

The Knight of the Black Rose

I'm the Knight of the Black Rose
I hear the silent voices

of the lost souls as I am.

They scream, and cry all around me,

in a vortex of suffering!


I cannot die!


Guilty at the sight of the gods,

Guilty of what I never know!


Burned…


I was set aflame

in a freezing fire,

and now

black, and burned is my heart

as my armour.


Grim sarcophagus of

a screaming soul…