Alba s touto skladbou:
Rex Mundi X-Ile,
Below...
From a soil drenched by tears and dry bitter blood
Nine crosses howl like in a spring funerary call
Father forgive your son ‘cause he’s grown old
Nine crosses
One time he wore pain like the most splendid crown
Nine crosses
Time as dust that covers the triumph of the past
Nine crosses burn
Could you forgive the sin of your own flesh?
Nine crosses burn
There’s a place in the middle
Where all begins and end
Around the old stone tree
Nine broken axis pay their fee
You, who give them sense and right
Please tell them who am I
Cada su di me questa fine per tre volte tre
Fall upon me three times three this denied ecstasy!
(Three times three upon me)
Not in heaven, nor’ in hell
Could you dare to escape this cell?
Have you read those pages
Or just sadly dream of them?
Nove croci nel deserto delle nostre voci
Nove croci di sconfitta e rimpianto atroci
Have you written those pages
Or just loudly call for them?
Nove croci nel deserto delle nostre voci
Nove croci di sconfitta e rimpianto atroci
Father, West sun falls down on the horizon line
Father, the world you know is just as sand in time
Not in heaven, nor’ in hell
Could you dare to escape this cell?
Have you read those pages
Or just sadly dream of them?
Nove croci nel deserto delle nostre voci
Nove croci di sconfitta e rimpianto atroci
Have you written those pages
Or just loudly call for them?
Nove croci nel deserto delle nostre voci
Nove croci di sconfitta e rimpianto atroci
