CHAPTER I: MELANCHOLIA Tell, you, winter flowers, the reason for every good dying young. Tell, you, winter flowers why these red skies close so hatefully over me. Months and days are travellers of eternity. But here I say, I cry in the verge of the sunset. How I suffer, how I bleed if taken from me was my child and the only reason for me to await a new sun. So the rivers run away from the mountains, and my blood eagers to crawl down my chest. If it were not by the touch of that One, the invisible One across the waters, I would sail, swing even to die in the last river and so tread oceans of time only to see you again. Months and days are travellers of eternity. But here I say, I cry, only to see you again. Months and days are travellers (once you said, beneath the stars) of eternity. If I spend the long nights praying I hope no shy ear be my witness if, You, there among heavens, avoid prayers, escape from my tears. I call You, invisible one, the Hidden One, come to me and find me in solitude and whisper to my ear. The One: still, on the edge of the sunset I come, listen to my voice: (I do) Soul for a soul (I will), innocent’s blood, a bone from your spine. Fear, you who in innocent cradle sleeps, soul for a soul, blood for blood to make the circle whole. Fear, you who awaits for morrow's light, life for a life, flesh for flesh. Soul for a soul, blood for blood, life for a life, flesh for flesh. To find someone to share the pain, a whole world to destroy! The beauty of a new world just born. Oh you, the One, the invisible hand. To you I pray, so you may guide my sight, to you I pray so you may guide my hand. Guide my sight, to you I pray, so my prey I can find. Guide my hand, no tremble, no fear, for me to take what's mine. Months and days are travellers of eternity. So here I say, I cry, only to see you again.

CHAPTER II: VENEFICIUM The One: a bone from your spine, so you leave the ground behind. Wind, cold whispers from the stones and cruelty: these are now your gods. Take a knife and carve the flesh. Make it between your bones. Let it burn. Call me and let us entwine. Then I will guide your hand. So I do. It has to be the grace intelligence of a child, that from the air, one day, discovers the secrets of death. "Mother, I've had those dreams of death again." It was a voice, calling your name. Have no fear, sunshine of mine, It was your father called from the other side. Child, listen to me, come to me, to this edge of the twilight. Still, for your victim a condition I have. An echo from your child. A phrase: months and days are travellers of eternity. Who rides, so late, through night and wind? A father and his son. Listen to the child! Months and days… Let it burn. Call me and let us entwine. Then I will guide your hand. Oh, lonely lady, find on me a friendly voice, I know the solitude of your nights: the pain of a world that came down. Do you hear my voice, my dame? My dame, I know your fear of life. A choice is what I came to offer you, you traveller, you lost soul, find in me a friendly voice. Expect a shadow riding your horse and do not hurry his steps. Oh, your son, will cry: leave him to me alone. No remorse, no fear, 'tis my offer to you. To find again the ideal word. Bring the dead from the grave. Oh, mother, I´ve had those dreams of death: from your horse you let me fall. I've had those dreams... Do not let the One with the Stranger’s voice seduce your heart. / Do not let the One with the Stranger´s claws violate our home. MO-THEEER!

CHAPTER III: ATONEMENT A wish of death, a wound in reality, like a tear; my wounds in a mirror, a whole life told in a tale, yet more beautiful. As the wind blows. I have seen humanity in the wildest of dreams. I saw the corrupted love of a mother. My dear friend: take my soul. A world for a world. Verses like a waterfall, this I offer to you. Listen on, you from other side. Listen, and your soul will be mine. I lost what was precious to me, now we all must fall. So do not stop. Into the madness. Let me enter by a tear of mind. Laudato si', mi' Signore, per sora nostra morte corporale, da la quale nullu homo vivente pò scappare… Hear, my friend what your eyes see. I have seen, in the wildest of dreams, a painting in the dark. Listen on from the other side. How to tell if the opportunity makes the crime, or all this time, there it was something inside of me? With lust I spent years contemplating the secrets of death. I lust every wound, every tip of blood I let run out. Inflicting pain on others I found the joy, all the small things were worlds to destroy. Worlds to destroy. Laudato si', mi' Signore, per sora nostra morte corporale, da la quale nullu homo vivente pò scappare… Turned into a monster, a spectre, enemy of light, murderer. Come and take my hand; children, come to me and I will guide you into the void. In the plains of sadness and sorrow you stay. Keep your wills into the darkness. From today on, everybody dies but you. Months and days are travellers of eternity. Once I heard you say, my child. Months and days are travelling as the stars above us. Merciless, like wolves, gathering around. Now forget this world. See, he's back where he died. In the cold, wither away. From today on, everybody/thing dies but you/me. Oh, plains of solitude, why do you torture me this way? Everything I've done for, it's been for love, all I suffered for, it's been for love. For this love, it is worth to live for. Time passed over me, and I had a dream. Time passed over me. Just a mother to be. Destruction has always been my reflection, destruction has always been meditation. And yet an act of love… Love? I have never felt such a thing. Time passed over me, time passed over me. And I had a dream: just a mother to be. (Just an act of love…) But a mantis is what I am. Joyful taking. But a mantis is what I am, drinking the life of the male… But if I killed, it was for love, if I abandoned, it was for love: love of the reflection, of the sound of my voice. Love of the reflection, of the sound of my voice. But if I killed, it was for love, if I abandoned, it was for love. Destruction has always been my reflection. So I separated myself from all words. Yet: all the things we cannot see are holy. The invisible and the lost, the devoured by the past. So in this last solitude, where everything dies but me I accept the death of the sun, the forgiveness of the rain even the pronunciation of the last word ever told. The last word ever told. But how to tell, if everything is no more than just a song about the beginning... But how to tell, if everything is no more than just a tale of the beginning of my endless hours sang in the dark. In this solitude, where everything dies but me. Before you, all seas collapse. After the end of all worlds. Everything from today on dies but you. Void, here I am waiting for you. Oh, here I am at the gates of eternity. Here, I will wait to start again, and make the circle whole. All you are is a monument of sorrow. Just wolves and crows visit you around. Months and days are travellers of eternity, so hear I say, I cry, at the edge of the sunset, only to see you again. Void, here I am waiting for you (for the death of time) Oh, here I am at the gates (with my last word ever told).