I'm alone the night wind's blowing on my face
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and the branches of the trees are crying
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in the big empty of this night.
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Step by step along the shadow path
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the black cloak of darkness opens the door
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in the place of eternal silence.
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Wha strange emotions are striking my body
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an obscure quiet is leading my mind
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my hands are touching the wet trees
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and the undergrowth is making my way blind among
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the mossy stones in the realm of the dead.
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The old ivy-mantled gate is creaking
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while I am opening the door of the whisper crypt.
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What a morbid force my soul has
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a hidden god is leading my steps.
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I am going down is this wet stairs in the stiffing dark
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only the noise of a drop
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of water is stressing the passing time
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I'm alone in this sepulcro.
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I humble being pieteously observe the men's fragilty.
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Putrid bones put upon marble sacella
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are waiting for nothing
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while the cobwebs are covering the ancient effigies
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everything's resting in a monumental silence here
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everything is forgotten here.
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I alone in this sepulcro will bring these relics
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back to life with my profane action.
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This is a sacred profanation
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that will give life to death
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the eternal life of memory.
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Alone in this sepulcro.
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Sepulcro
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| Opera Ix |
