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Closed…

Whereas oblivion kisses me

With its voluptuous embrace,

The stars are the witnesses of my funerals to come.

Rivers drain the grievance of a lost kingdom.

A cold breeze grasps my soul

And carries it upon the emerald shores of eternal rest.

(Oh) baneful abyss that sows

Its sadness into the meanders of my veins,

Your foggy hands attract me

On the painless stream of Memory.

Baneful abyss that sows

Forsaken shades of sadness.

The lambs will suffer the lies of thousands of daggers,

Embracing cognition,

Where the tears of my dearest feelings

Shall welcome me in a haven of tranquillity.

Closed are my eyes

Upon forsaken shades of sadness.

There are no noises here,

But only the crying winds,

Dismembering the old faiths.

The lambs will suffer the lies of thousands of daggers,

Embracing cognition.

Closed are my eyes

Upon forsaken shades of sadness.

There are no noises here,

But only the crying winds,

Dismembering the old faiths.