Black are the waves were Jupiter wrote my name, because there’s no mortal without pain; through the fog your face shines of a golden light and I feel happy like a God when I stand by you.
Your sight up sets me, a fire flows through the meats, a heavy night comes down on eyes; catch, oh Apollo, my fighting soul, and make the death seems not to far.
Part II: “La Mort”
Suns rise up and fade but our, once worn out, makes us falling in a timeless night. In this way kings and empires were destroyed.
Dance, oh Eros and Thanatos, dance in order to make the night the principle of my song, dance in this eternal place.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
