Absentia Lunae piosenki

Lifeless faces are observing me. just a crystal hypnosis, beholding with a blood- sword by their side, but not a sign, just reverence to our darkest side We will reach our redemption falling in dark hours of salvation 

I've seen thousand inexpressive faces horizons of cemeteries, cast by their own words Autumn in far away and nothing in this scenario 

By my side I will follow the voice of abyss, where the silence of conscience is law Hear me when my shadow is lost, or I'm with them, The voices of infinity Book for those seeluded in the fog of the most unmentionable fear; a wall of thorn-crowned sublime m...

I gave myself the gift to see and to die, bleeding by the rule Let me cry the drama of this obsession, let me walk by those corridors of cells. Dignity is died in the story manifesto. 

Engraved by father's nightmare, the time has fallen in suspicious decades Running wildly to my grave, to the unknown embrace, not sure of the existence of life and death 

Fortis Cadere! I forti sono già caduti Cedere non potest! Tutta la linea ha ceduto Guardiamoci in faccia, noi siamo iperborei Guardiamoci in faccia, noi oramai siamo niente Figli della disfatta, dell'infamia e del disonore con l'amico si marcia fino...

Those statues of flesh I manipulate are turning sings of confusion, are by themselves a carrier of pain. As much I spread them as much I sight them...they smile to me, As light of abnormal intuition, true to thy faith, master of cruel Name many time spoken, ne...

Marching under the apocalypse flag, in a visionary bondage of anger Where the cover industry is melting the new delirium of power... Afflicting and deforming every sureness A solitary black crusade, everyone notwithstanding the target is the same 

Antonius Block "Vorrei confessarmi ma non ne sono capace perchè il mio cuore è vuoto... ed è vuoto come uno specchio che sono costretto a fissare Mi ci vedo riflesso e provo soltanto disgusto e paura. Vi leggo indifferenza verso il prossimo verso tutti i mie...

Hold your hand to me, sentence my inner pale light to dark convey, walking one alone in this profane communion. Spiritual renewal a senseless fashion 

Obscurantist order pride, I summon thee modern damnation We summon you modern temple, let your void resound wind suffer wound inhaled in suffering wounds disease of a lonely herd mourning voice mourning fate 

Howl become me, sinister echo of this existence be a memory of mine This is our sad destiny to watch the eternity of time by our own distorted perspective Satisfied conscience of the few, to drink from our own blood to flow in this eternal pool...unpredictable...

From the smoking still reckonable a genesis of anger obliterated, hallucinated vision condemned to subconscious silence. A flag is burning in the ultimate ignis fatus, Battles are left behind, memories and dispair, but never born brother, that I will never...