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Music and lyrics: Lord Azazel

"The madness is the spill of the dream in the real life"

Gerard de Nerval

May was a lucid dream? (or was) the spill of the oniric kingdom to real life?

No! Now remember, it was a nightmare made reality!

This sank me in a deep physic decline, governed by desperation and depression

I could caress and to slip the veil shroud color, that separates the kingdom of Thanatos,

from the place where... the great god pan reigns.

I sing drunk with the vocal beauty of Orpheus, in order to calm my inflamed interior demons,

but it was in vain, the horrible melody of solitude distorted my song,

allowing then to dive in the depths of Stygia, that lake formed by cries and pain of condemnation...

I admit that from my childhood it had not spilled tears as bitter as those.

I entered the black and unfathomable abyss of unconsciousness,

in which the ambivalence was absolute:

Pain and pleasure, depression and rejoicing, desperation and serenity, madness and good sense,

agony and vitality, perversity and sanity, darkness and light...

emotional Penumbra! now I understand clearly that the bipolar fight,

doesn't mean the opposition of two separate elements, its two extremes of the same thing,

two elements that are supplemented by the other, forming in this way an inseparable unit.

I have challenged death and remained victorious!

May I really rip the dividing veil among the painful reign of all

and the absolute and terrific kingdom of nothing?

I don't know, but I am sure of something...

I was able to descend to the kingdom of Hades and return...

Only that I am no longer the same! I deeply fell surrender to Hipnos,

Absolutely laching of unconscious reminiscences, it is all of nothing!

I have mentioned lines up, having challenged to death and remaining victorious...

it is false! in fact I am dead, only that my state still has not been recognized as such!