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L'oscurità Tortuosa
03:32
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Scenderò nell'oscurità tortuosa.
Scenderò nell'oscurità.
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Black Ocean
03:26
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Amid a wilderness of cruel waves I laboured.
I rowed alone atop them as the light departed.
In despair I ceded, but upon gazing upward,
Witnessed the space ’tween each star exhale a marvel:
The loom revealed;
The warp, the weft arrayed;
Eternity ablaze.
And like a brutal branding, the vision seared my senses.
I made to clamber out the boat to die but paused to gaze again
At the loom revealed;
The warp, the weft arrayed.
The vault was opened
On that black ocean.
A melange of awe, rapture and dread
To ponder what hand is weaving that thread!
The warp, the weft arrayed;
Eternity ablaze.
The vault was opened
On that black ocean.
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Mother's Prayer
03:30
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In the blush of dawn
Moves a woman torn.
At the hearth of her breast
Sleeps her infant son.
Both joy and distress
Does her heart possess.
Cold limbs trembling,
She mouths a heavenward plea:
“May it ever remain that no sorrow or harm havoc him.
May it ever be plain that no morrow waits uneager for him.
And may I ever retain a gravity and grace.
Amen.”
As a velvet breeze
Carries forth in threes
Muted angelus bells,
A verve inside of her swells.
“May it ever remain that no sorrow or harm havoc him.
May it ever be plain that no morrow waits uneager for him.
To all mothers past, who now glow beyond the firmament,
I call upon thee now.
O, may it ever be plain that no morrow waits uneager for him.
May it ever remain that no harm havoc him.
To all mothers past, who now glow beyond the firmament,
I do call upon thee now.”
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4. |
In Volo Sul Mare
01:05
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5. |
Rosa Rubea
02:22
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O wisdom recondite,
Come forth and set alight
This dim chamber of mine.
I toil madly tonight,
Conspiring that I might
By grace of Jove unveil
That purest of gold.
Red king...White moon...
Rosa rubea!
The fire of love.
Red sun...White queen...
Rosa rubea!
“O dabbler, you’ll reap but smoke that way.”
Sang the wind.
Foul air and sleeplessness
Does nil to deter my fixedness,
My doggedness, my yearning for
That purest of gold.
Red king...White moon...
Rosa rubea!
The fire of love.
Red sun...White queen...
Rosa rubea!
“Dull dabbler.”
Laugh the robins outside,
As Eos rises.
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Devourer
03:43
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Then a wind, as if impelled by spite,
Stole away the sole remaining light.
My hubris then made clear.
So it is, I am in a blackness bound
Where from beyond swells a dire sound.
The devourer is here.
It slithered in
From the place
I’d been frightened to face.
Craven wretch am I.
Truthfully, as I cower its power does grow.
Mi assorbe.
Ahime!
Sono il suo buffone.
Ride, ride, ride, ride di me.
Vile sloth...Vile pride
Left my defences
Open wide,
And it slithered in
From the place
I’d been frightened to face.
Craven wretch am I.
Truthfully, as I cower its power does grow.
Mi assorbe.
Ahime!
Mi assorbe.
Sto svanendo.
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7. |
Kyrie
01:12
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Kyrie, eleison.
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Stillness
02:26
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Darling, I writhe,
For I feel the rush of a scythe
Sweeping
’Thwart lands dear to me,
Laying bare the street.
Kingdoms doused in death,
Like embers in rain.
I see phantoms softly yielding their shells:
Beggar, child and pope.
’Thwart lands dear to me,
Laying bare the street.
Kingdoms doused in darkness.
Kingdoms drenched in dreadful stillness.
Stillness.
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Emerald Chapel
04:47
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At long last, the frost is in retreat.
A fairer clime has come delivering
Us from all the endless shivering
Of an overlong detainment in the dark.
Having broken her bonds of ice, the rivulet
Behind the barn now warbles airily.
Aye, the forest and the fields have verily
Erupted with a fervour and élan.
O, we are returned
To she from whom we were severed.
Back to her vernal breast,
Our emerald chapel.
Our chapel.
Gaily sprout the roses from her lips;
Lips that met the kiss of Zephyrus;
A kiss that excites a fierce and efferous
Ardour deep in the gut,
A blaze within the blood.
O, we are returned
To she from whom we were severed.
Back to her vernal breast,
Our emerald chapel.
Alímono, mia méra tha choristoúme xaná.
Étsi Eínai.
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10. |
La Mia Anima È Pacifica
03:20
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La mia anima è pacifica.
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