The glory of the almighty
She is the bright eternal light
An undefiled mirror
Of the grandeur of god.
Those true disciples of wisdom
The followers of the spherical art
The high illuminated
Blessed aurora will appear
After the passing away
Of the dark night of saturn
Shining of heavenly wisdom
The sparks of the moon
The signs / the words
The lore / the strength
Rosy cross, the wonders of stars
Dark sentence of fire!

Forerunner of pleasant phebus
Who with his clear and fiery beams
Brings forth that blessed day
The cause of reigning winds
Sorrowful minds fall to sin
Philosophical shew
Salomon's wisdom
The signs
The words
The lore
The strength
Rosy cross, the wonders of stars

The signs / the words
The lore / the strength
Rosy cross, the wonders of stars
Fire!

I lost my wisdom in a burning silence
The shadows sing the future and the past,
The voices are a neverending cry
And everything becomes an eternal lie
A drop of sorrow, then a drop of wine
To write your riddle on the falling leaves;
A shiver in your eyes, another glimmer
To taste the glowing pleasure of my dream

Let me hear the voices flying
Against the wind,
Let me hear them lose their breath,
And harmony.
Let the voices fly away
Let my illusions be dispersed again
Let me live my wasted years, without illusions

The hourglass is falling from the sky
The grains of sand are as the words of wise
Blended with the shards of broken glass
A flight of eagles ending in the dark
And now that my desires fly away
The clockwork running on my great dismay
The unpainted leaves are falling on the lawn
They sung my song, my fate, my crystal swan

Let me hear the voices flying,
Against the wind,
Let me hear them lose their breath,
And harmony.
Let the voices fly away
Let my illusions be dispersed again
Let me live my wasted years, without illusions
Let me hear the blaring echo of my deceptions;
Let the future choose the way and retribution
Let the silence fly away
Let the betrayer kill my passion's game
Let my dreams be born away, without illusions

Let me hear the blaring echo of my deceptions;
Let the future choose the way and retribution
Let the silence fly away
Let the betrayer kill my passion's game
Let my dreams be born away, without illusions

Jag är (I am)
Här är jag (Here I am)
Vem är du? (Who are you?)

I'm following your hands
Your hands are chasing me
I'm following your hands
Your hands are chasing me
I'm following your hands...
I need your hands
You want my hands

Jag är (I am)
Här är jag (Here I am)
Vem är du? (Who are you?)

I'm following your hands
Your hands are chasing me
I'm following your hands
Your hands are chasing me
I'm following your hands...
I need your hands
You want my hands

Your hands are chasing me
I'm following your hands
Your hands are chasing me
I'm following your hands

The secret of the whales is in the abyss,
Hidden from human persecution
A living ship to cross the depth of darkness
The shades of blue, the falsity of poseidon

Black is my brother and the night my sister,
My solitude the womb, who is my mother?

A navigator in a cursed deepness
A cursed navigator in the deep
A nomad in a blessed destination
A blessed nomad in the silent depth
Is an infinitesimal vibration
But in my mind it's like a wide explosion

Another wave, again, and then another one,
The rhyme of the oceans, soul of terpsichore
Black is my brother and the night my sister,
My solitude the womb, who is my mother?
Who is my mother?

A navigator in a cursed deepness
A cursed navigator in the deep
Is an infinitesimal vibration
But in my mind it's like a wide explosion

The secret of the whales is in the abyss,
Hidden from the human persecution.

Who is my mother?

The ship of lonely poets
was lost into the falling rain.
With the wind of empty words
blowing the sails

We were so used to the silence of the poets
That this silence became the soul of darkness
We were so deaf around the silent rhymes
That the rhymes were wither'd on the ground
We were so deaf around the silent rhymes
That the rhymes were turned to wounds

The ship of lonely poets
was lost into the silent sea
With the wind of lies blowing the dreams
Nobody learned the voices of the poets
Because the poets are fools and liars
Nobody sung
these rude harsh-sounding rhymes
Because the rhymes were a caustic desert
Nobody sought the ship lost in the desert
Because the desert is buried in the heart

The ship of lonely poets
was lost into the silent sea
With the wind of empty words
blowing the sails.
We were so used to the silence of the poets
That this silence became the soul of darkness
Nobody learned the voices of the poets
Because the poets are fools and liars.
Nobody learned the voices of the poets
Because their lies reveal the hidden truth

Noises, and dark rules, my black horizons,
Scratching the wings of an innocent order
My soul, black tears on the face of the moon
Alone on the snow stairs
Between me and my doom
The snowy crystals become blades
in the heavens
Terror and pain for the monodist blood
The falling drop is a red broken mirror,
The music appears as a black ant's invasion

The journey to east is just the beginning
This is my dream, my desperate darkness
The blessed comfortez
Will accept my confusion
As a dead-drunk believer
steals the minds of men
The song of making is revealed to mankind,
The harmonic shine is a geometrical beauty
Celestial movements for jupiter's swain
The monodist sings the secret way of the darkness

Full of sacred knowledge my great prophetess
Thy bosom is whiter than purest snow.
Marvel of the world, the phoenix rising,
Spirit and soul she would have it concealed
The wolf comes from the east,
And the dog from the west
They are full of rage and one kills the other
The blackness is called "the head of the raven"
The monodist knows when the black smoke appears

If all the mountains were made of silver and gold
What would they profit
Those who live in fear of death?
Thence from the meanest
I'll become the supreme
The lord of the forests
Without dissonant tunings
The song of making lays down harmonic leaps,
The sleeping father will be awakened again
Thus i became the puppeteer of creation
Thus i became the monodist of the cosmos

You are walking in the sun
But it's the sun shines in you
You are concealing the color of your eyes
But it's the light that leads them to me
Because for us, a strange thing on the horizon
Will change the sounds, the melodies of twilight

You are writing with your fingers in the sand,
Your thoughts, your hopes,
The future in your hands
You are shielding your emotion from the hurt
Beyond this wall, it's unthinkable to fly
Because for us, a strange thing on the horizon
Will change the sounds, the melodies of twilight
To smooth the edges sharper than the sword
On the thin line the archer hits the mark

You are walking in the sun
But it's the sun shines in you

Lead - Red stone - Iron - Quick-lime - Sulfur

Creator of the red light
Who dividest the times by certain seasons,
When the sun vanishes,
Fearful chaos comes again
Restore the light to thy faithful people!
Though thou hast studded
Heaven's floor with stars,
And inlaid it
With the bright lamp of the moon,
Yet thou dost teach us
Also to strike light out of flints,
And to fan it into life
Out of the stone-born spark
Thou art the true light of the eyes,
And the light of the senses!

When the blood will write the song
With words and runes
You will die! Or you will be born

Again!
It's the king of the endless space,
Who dresses his folk with golden drapes
Fool and wise who fought against,
And your sadness makes them younger again
I'm the light of alchemy
I'm the brightness of the rhapsody
Good and evil were unborn
You will sing until the end of the world!
Brothers of this monastery
Once in every sixty years
In the name of trinity
You must-not betray the secrets of stones!

This my invocation
Holy lord
The iron of perfection

Again!
When the black raven turns to white
It is called "virgin's milk"
But the number of such names
Is much larger than the stars of the night
In the sky the thunder came
All the melodies aflame
It's the unction from the maid
Through the ages to the fountain of light

This my invocation
Holy lord
The iron of perfection

Die! Or you will be born
Or you die! Or you'll be born

Il comandante della nave dei sorrisi
Non abitava più dalle mie parti
Aveva preso il largo all'improvviso
Che quasi non ce n'eravamo accorti
Ci aveva tanto abituati ai suoi silenzi
Che i suoi silenzi erano il nostro mare
Ci aveva detto di non credere ai romanzi
In cui gli eroi san sempre cosa fare
Ci aveva detto di non credere ai romanzi
In cui gli eroi sanno ritornare

Il comandante della nave dei sorrisi
Era partito in una notte chiara,
Levando l'ancora dai nostri visi
Lasciandoci con la bocca amara
Ci era sembrato che il cielo fosse d'accordo
Perché il vento aveva spinto forte
E non si era visto affacciarsi al bordo
Perché nel cuore portava la morte
E non si era visto affacciarsi al bordo
Perché suonava il pianoforte

Il comandante della nave dei sorrisi
È ricomparso a metà di un mattino
Le reti gonfie di sogni indifesi
E il viso calmo di chi conosce il destino
Ci era sembrato che il cielo fosse d'accordo
Perché il vento aveva spinto forte
E non si era visto affacciarsi al bordo
Perché suonava il pianoforte.
E non si era visto affacciarsi al bordo
Perché nel cuore portava la morte