Night of wind and dust a memory of a dream it digs in my time and opens its black doors as a sigh of death as a wicked look it wraps me in his veil it frees the blackness in me
Night of rain and thunder a memory of a place it digs in my time and opens its black doors like a cloak of mist empty silent space it wraps me in his frost and brings dismay on me
If the darkness kills the world and the fire calls you back the black abyss drags you with him with all his wicked devouring greed
Night and I see it and I feel it and I know it
Nell’aria è un vento che va consuma la mia anima è un suono in terra arida che brucia la mia vita