The submerged and the saved

Nothing changes,

nothing is fated to change.

Voices dead squeack in the wind...

Dead and empty

I crawl along the endless minutes which,

dumb, follow one other in

inexistent times.

Alone, soaked in the damp basin of

time, under a sky which jing flows,

always the same, breaking

against cold and millenary mountains,

dumb and eternal...

All flows im my veins in

a mysterious and programmed way,

which coolly wrap up myself,

grinding memories fell down and abandoned

in calm and sad nights.

All is broken as

dust abandoned to the wind,

holy and ancient son of

what doesn't exist no more.

Night, high and still night,

take with itself fragments of death,

hidden in an empty broken and falling moon.

And a feeling of

stillness capture me as jelly imprisons a

cracked and parched ground.

My lullaby sounds soft and

eternal, taking me in a

lifeless world without lights or stars.

Dead and empty,

empty and alone in an

high and still night, which

take with itself fragments of death

hidden in an empty broken and falling moon.