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
credits
from II,
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
Recorded on December 18th – 19th 2008
Mixed By Emilio Rossi on January 2009
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