Deorbit

The shadow of the Earth. Abyssing your lonely water-visage. Giving us a breather from the yoke of the Star. Before utter oppression restarts. In a schism of major zones of remote dreams.

Croma

Andiam sopra ad aspettar. Senti il circo arrivare?. . Tutti sopra per giocar. Per la mano, e poi volare. . Between the flowers. Amongst the grain. I seek you now.

Conservatory Resonance

Through the painting and the wite busts. in the corridor of the fountain. from a century I try to find you, I try. . The veil, the veil of the night descends.

Comedia

More and more. The rain lingers on. War only was. To bond us all. . Hell no, no war can paint this more sore. The path is packed with bags of coal. . And bags of coal from some monstrous soul.

Come Pierrot

Dream sweetest dreams. aqualunae dreams. . Come with me up the stairs of the rainbow at the horizon. made of drops of down. don't worry,I'm just the guardian of your playground.

Cold Blue Steel

I drown in the sound. In a sterile atmosphere. Down below the noise sphere. In sterile cold blue steel. Lifeless in time. . A caress of cold, a caress of cold.

Cobalt Of March

Scenery's far from the Sun. Far from the dust. Glide into dusk. Cobalt of Match. I see your eyes above the arch of your smile. Lost in this nighttime through the daze of its dark.

Cloudbusting

[Kate Bush Cover]. . I still dream of Orgonon.. I wake up crying.. You're making rain,. And you're just in reach,. When you and sleep escape me.. You're like my yo-yo.

Christal

Once she told me about a dog. Which abandoned by its owner. It died of melancholy. Since the it was all a little bit clearer.

Child Of The Twilight

This is now, since and then. and this is where we unendingly. forever stand. . And then I saw your smile,. the origin of the sun. which cracks the stone.

Carnival

Slowly gliding down through the bottle that seems to have no end. Sweet is the falling in those bubbles and colours. When you leave nothing you care about behind.

Bluecracy

I can't say where you are. Can't see where you are. Can't stay in the Sun. And I wonder, why am I even here right now. Attending this slow parade. Of massive figures and clouds.

Downfall

Weakness reeking out your core. I can smell your corruption. Sickness I cannot take no more. You're infecting my conscience. . I'm watching breathless.

Behind My Window / My Seas Of South

And now that the cold has returned. Where is my window. From which I used to dominate. The world. . My gray, black, azure world. A world without no wars.

Architheme

It flows out from inside. It builds cities and fairytales. Reachable from here through a stairway of dust. But fail to restore. The themes and rhymes and the frescoes half-lights.

Aquamarine

Uncomfort within the improper feelings of this song. I'd rather grey instead of marbled pearly skies. Its imprint is alive like a post-war Stalingrad.

Anaemia

A certain feeling assails. Visions form to wonder why. It still keeps fading. Away to the stars. . The sanitarium is the night of the mind. Hidden where no-one wants to know.

A Memory

The water's flowing down the river of the memories of days without a sound. The waters carry away the memories of days lost in the abyss of my dawn. .

Words

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