Perfumed buds we are velvety caskets opening softly.
Abscondo Sacra In Memoria Et Purpurea In Tremore Pervigil "Hei, Viator" Inquam "Dignabere?" Mara Paltrinieri.
[Is it the Phantom] Consequor hoc Ut ne nec timeas nec ames! Quid concupisquam ergo? Dormire. Basia dum nolo nisi quae luctania carpsi et palcet Ira
Oh mio signore, io gli dissi"Signore, no!, per la dea bendata, io non ho gusto di grandezze mio signore, di morir mi punge vaghezza, veder nella rugiada
[End of Monster's loves]
Riposa sul petto di una morbida compagna crine di viola eletta dolceridente Saffo posero intorno al petto fiori di loto ed intrecci di collane io sono
I've unravveled green tangles with talons dirty of earth I've pulled up, lacerated, I've moulded me like mud I've dug, removed tumuls and roots I was
Arabesqued damasks, pillows of liquid and clear eyes shining intense mirrors of green silvery recesses, tangled gardens, emerald water-works, old crumbled
[Original version:] Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai Oh bel messere vi rimirate invano nello specchio
Bois Bois de la connaissance Tu n'dois pas t'arreter Bois Bois de la connaissance Tu n'dois pas reculer Tu peux toucher la terre ca pourra te donner
Au fond des abimes de la falaise On entend un son de flute dans le fremissement Des vagues qui se cassent sur le tombeau ou Flee et Fabian sont enterres
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[The lord of the trap-doors] [instrumental]
DIIS IRATIS NATUS, OMNIBUS IGNOTUS, QUI NATUS EST INFELIX, NON VITA MODO TRISTE, DECURRIT, SUFFICIT DIEI MALITIA SUA, FELIX QUI POTUIT RERUM COGNOSCERE
june was tender you can still see her swinging in the moon-scythe like spirits or ghosts that nobody sees that nobody believes in june was tender you
[Faust In A Cursed Hall] Laisse-moi,laisse-moi Contempler ton visage sous la pale claret Laisse-moi,laisse-moi L'astre de la nuit comme une Nuage,caresse
[The New Marguerite] [cover version of Kate Bush Wuthering Heights] Follow my steps,cross the glances I will bring you with me In the other room,she
[Apollo' s lyre] Les filles du soleil ont les clefs portes celestes, de l'outretombe,du people des reves, dans les solstices,comme dards de feu, deux