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released January 24, 2009

Produced By Hell’s Island
Music by Hell’s Island
Lyrics by Roberto Negrini
Recorded at Phoenix studio, Castelmella (BS) Italy
Tracks 2,4,6,7 Recorded on December 15th – 16th 2007
Tracks 3,5,8,9 Recorded on December 18th – 19th 2008
All tracks mixed By Emilio Rossi on January 2009

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Track Name: How
Can you sleep?

How can you sleep?
I can’t I don’t want
How can you breathe?
I’m burning in depth

Don’t think don’t think
How can you sleep?
Don’t think don’t think
How can you breathe?

You’re talking alone
Watch the eyes behind you
Rape doubts inside you
You’ re living alone

Stones take me home
A river makes me fast
The sky lets me last
Stones take me home
Track Name: Down Again
Have you killed it
Or have I let it die?
So sweet to forget
Your name in red

I leave again
Deception in a glass
Joy as a grab
Laying on your web
Down again
Death in her dress
Reminds me an escape
Down again

A chair so cold
My hands on you
Your father is right
My brothers are died

I leave again
Deception in a glass
Death in her dress
Reminds me an escape

Down again
Track Name: H.H.
Bleed inside
A new friend of mine
Spurts inside
To another life

The price of being yourself
Yesterday could end

Upstream vagrancy
Trust in the eternity

Visions in a magic theatre
How and why can it be there?

A wolf in the darkness
A solitary prayer

Thousand shades on a mirror
One end without sorrow

Mind and wisdom fight
Wild instinct of time
Track Name: Opaque solo
No promises to keep
No excuses to believe
A window and a book
Black window as a look

Walls. Black.
Anesthetized from emotions.
Lines. Cracked.
Burning into an opaque mirror.

A knife
A trembling hand, veins are so naked
The sky
The purest eyes inhale the soul

Soul is a rare thing
Some are hidden, some are killed

Breathing alone and blind
No one lies, no one cries

Stay alone to slight
Or make the creed commits a suicide

A soul can’t heal. It dies.
And if it’s strong, it revives
Track Name: The blue falling door
No promises to keep
No excuses to believe
A window and a book
Black window as a look

Walls. Black.
Anesthetized from emotions.
Lines. Cracked.
Burning into an opaque mirror.

A knife
A trembling hand, veins are so naked
The sky
The purest eyes inhale the soul

Soul is a rare thing
Some are hidden, some are killed

Breathing alone and blind
No one lies, no one cries

Stay alone to slight
Or make the creed commits a suicide

A soul can’t heal
It dies – and if is strong – it revives
Track Name: Park days
Sitting on that bench
In the garden of ice
Dissolving blank feelings
In the talk with the devil

Hidden by trees
undressed unleashed
Risk more than death
A gash to escape

Fall in
Park on a dead land
Dark hand

The castle watched the smiles
Ephemeral but intense
Everyday going there
To face gods with no care

Fall in
Park on a dead land
Dark hand

Fear and chaos
Poetry and instinct
Sliding losing senses

Exploring
Stranger ways
Losing sliding out of the land
Track Name: Perdition
From now
Walkin’ down the street of blinds,
No voice
Sounds in the ears if times...
A town
Breaks the laws of fate,
A pain
A lake of naïve mistake...

As death borns from a flower
Souls arise in a sea of perdition
And a crow looks at the passage
Of a breath has lost its perception

A black
Waterfall in the sky,
No hope
To feel in a dark so dry...
An instant
Makes a wound as a dream,
Unheard pain
a lake where to bleed

As death born from a flower
Souls arise in a sea of perdition

The thought becomes a thorn
Waitin’ for a meaning born
The silence in a storm
Waitin’ for a raising soul

Waitin’ for an opened soul
Track Name: Behind
You’re walking behind the door
Your lips are running across the door
A shiver and silence.

You’re breathing – I feel – It’s slow
But soon the sigh becomes a storm
A dark pure rain comes
A true dark tear drops

Swallow pain
Sliding on silky wails
Painting hopes
On my skin your nails

The door we burn

The wax strains on our beings
Lines on my face are broken years

And the cross forsakes
Last bottle, awaking
An early taste of you
Last time, in bloom

Hollowed the pain
Sweating on sweet wails
Carving hopes
Under my skin your nails

The door we broke down

The wax strains on our beings
Lines on my face are broken years

And the cross forsakes
Last bottle, awaking
An early taste of you
Last time, in bloom

A disappeared, used and naked Christ
Tomorrow maybe won’t rescue from oblivion and icons
Alone with you
I eascape from the shelter
Fragile shelter of the sneaking solace

The wax strains on our beings
Lines on my face are broken years