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Ch stajj an old stream

Ru néum is Verrin

La surgend on MountField

A dark place in Molise…where

In the night of San Lawrence

People sell his soul damned

Searching for a falling star

To implore absolution



Cold night but no stars

Calm reigns and full moon

Keen wind rises from North

The fear is growing

A flash, a thunder-struck

And the eyes are burning

The moon is blazing madly

The people are shocked and speechless

The night at GoatBaked

Become a nightmare

But just a prodigious place

Can redeem the eyes and the souls

Abball a Scatozza

Alla Condra Briglia

Addò Sanda Lucioia

T può arzanà l’uacchie