Noir (Your Coloured Soul)

L'arcobaleno è una lama nera
Ed una carovana barcolla nei sogni di un viandante

Behind this gate-cage crawl the faceless voyants
With dreams like a keyhole

They know that the avenue of death is scattered with spots
And their aimless caravan slowly drown in this seadesert

This is unsunland, where the sleep is stonevagrant
Where the Absence is a self curtain
Where the Unmoon is a grey piece of china

Iride bianca, vetro nero
Light has no horizon black
Hong delight carrion of a kiss
Pece nera la neve, latte catrame

The white iridescent eye is full of worms and luminescent promises
It has the conscience that this sky is the ground of the dead
Wall horizon