Album: The Voice Of The Landscape

In search of a cross light

Spirits rove suspended between
the vibrations of foreign bodies
unsormountable walls crowd my nights
spent to turn over in my mind the loss

Dust is above infrant souls
empty pages of a never red book
passages of a dark and gloomy labyrint
in search of a cross light

Trascendental disorders deviate the thought
cosmic visions I'm intercepting from a corner of Heart
Wandering humbly I remember flashes of a past
wich doesn't belong anymore to my present

Lucubrations are re - echoing
producing long chain reactions
pulled off sensations find hard to get benefit
from scenic amnesias

Trascendental disorders deviate the thought
cosmic visions I'm intercepting from a corner of Heart
Wandering humbly I remember flashes of a past
wich doesn't belong anymore to my present
Trascendental disorders deviate the thought
cosmic visions I'm intercepting from a corner of Heart
Improvvisations chocked by the silence of parts
Arranged by a demoniac entity
wich restricts the visuals
alike and opposite powers
influence vital lapses

It's usless to be exempted from utter
such univocal adfirmations
we are gigantographies of
infinitesimal universes

Bipolar phenomena
neutralize the persistent negativity
in a wide ascent in entities unperceptible
to the human mind