FADED - Abandoned Shadows

Way For The Infinite

From the deep obscurity a light of donít return 
calls to her every lost soul. 
The doors of eternal melancoly are opend; 
an embrace cover my pale body, 
that leavens above every terrestrial illusion.
Everyting is fast, I see flow in my eyes shades, 
tears, blood, discomfort...
A storm of decadent feelings detaches my soul from the body.
Iím dragged in the path of black desire
The Way For The Infinite
As in a flight for my Sacrifice.
It seem like a race in a nighttime forest 
deprived of conscience, 
without knowing how to distinguish the strongest feelings. 
A long cry breaks the silence; 
itís my mind corroded by the virtues of nothing. 
Every small breath echoes among the leafy branches, 
all seem to bleed, then to scar in the black grass. 
Daylight is the most remote memory, 
the coolness perfumes are the most distant feelings. 
A bath of icy pain runs over my body;
that turns him into natural forms.
Iím absorbed from what it surrounded me, 
I belong to this black sphere 
and I donít see the end of this walk.
Now Iím Ready...


My senses are more stronger and truths, as an animal. 
I succed in perciving what the nature tells me 
and the pleasure starts to be my master.
I see what I could not imagine, 
a drug of images real become shake my nerves, 
the tastes are made stronger, 
every noise grows up to form a mysterious harmony, 
now I can undestand what link the images to perfumes sounds, 
all that was mystery is reality now,
I can taste it, I can live it...
I see near to me run thousand bodies without destination, 
with lost look in the void,
I wonder if Iím with them too, 
but I canít speak, 
nobody can hear me and nobody I can hear, 
only the voice of the forest, 
as a great god, expresses the feelings of every soul,
and it howls, it howls, toward our destiny.
I feel the tiredness, 
would be as the hands of the great master gone out of the earth 
and hold back me, they would submerge me; 
but in gloomy shivers my body disperses himself among the shades. 
Eternal... as the death, as the tears, 
as the pain, as the evil.
Life, suffering - Pain, passion
Bad strenght - Dark, death.

Forest's Shadows

This is my new world, made of faint light,
silences and mysteries, 
it seems to be lost in a desert 
with marked and dark confinements.
Filter strange lights accompained by strange complaints, 
these bodies of wood seem prepared
as they want to protect me, 
but at the same time 
they remember thousand warriors lined up 
for beginning an endless battle.
At every breath my feelings are conflicting;
now I am the master of everything.
I caresses the cold and damp surfaces of this great work, 
I feel to transmit in my body a new sap 
a sour nectar that flows in me; 
I see the change of shades in time,
suddenly they change their own conformation, 
look like for long times my mind is disconnect from the body 
and feeling of pleasant desperation submerges me.
Shades of immovable souls, 
shades of fruits doomed to death 
shades of centenary presences.
Forestís Shadows, 
endless as the time,
dark as the pain.
Forestís Shadows.

Season Of Desperation

And now melancholy... 
This storm of feelings stunts me, 
I start to see the frist shines that flod up me on the knees, 
the short but intense pleasure swept by warm emotions,
Iím deprive of my soul and wandering in the indefinite... 
I lose conscience.
I realize what has been, 
how is made my body 
and this pierces me 
it slowly extinguishes me 
to the growth of this new feeling.
As the cycle of seasons 
my body is changing his forms and colors, 
in the decadence Iím lowered as a faded flower.
This is the season of desperation, 
deprived of own soul, 
abducted from an abyss of shining customs.
This is the season of desperation 
my depression is just begun... 
This is the season of desperation.

Absolute Scar

All is ended.
In my body the traces of this trip are seen.
In my eyes turn indelible images.
With a mark of fire my mind has been distorted.
To be normal has not meaning anymore, 
the forest is my true meaning, 
I have tried her, I have felt her, I have tasted her.
The world? Which is the true world? 
Who alive in the true world?
So many questions and only a certainty.
The Absolute Scar now is in my mind,
wound of deep wisdom and enormous pain.
Every image, every taste, every odor,
every sound has been a lesson of centenary importance,
I have lived in the immence silence,
I have been absorbed from the immence silence, 
I have talked to the immence silence
and that will give me the eternal strenght
and conviction of superiority.
I can, I want.. 
Now even if ended for ever will live


Last Message

Immerso tra queste ombre,
aspetto il vento della morte,
che mi sommerga nellíeterna solitudine.
Ombre abbandonate,
depressione eterna.