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Walking under a purple-red moonlit sky

Blinded by crimson light

I roam cautiously only where darkness lies

Some stories come to haunt my mind

Of Vanishing men Lost to unseen hands

Swallowed by the wind's might

They're forever gone

What unseen force could have wielded this dark desire?

Some headed West

Gone with the wind

Others took East

Same destiny

No matter who

No matter where

When darkness comes

The shadows fade out

As if they were swallowed by the night

Maybe they're still there

But they no longer even know

Out there is someone

Who’s playing a game of smoke and mirrors

A mortal game of hide and seek

I smell the scent of the hunter

Like Actaeon, self-assured

Weapons on his hands, well prepared

In fields and woods

On water and on land

It's time to move

And after hundreds of thousands of years

To break the oath

Brothers, I'm coming

I am calling you

When darkness comes

The shadows fade out

As if they were swallowed by the night

Maybe they're still there

But they no longer even know

“Le armi, sempre pronte,

Pendevano al suo fianco

Era pronto con le sue mani

I suoi piedi, la sua bocca

Nei campi e nei boschi

Sulle strade e sui sentieri

Sull’acqua e sulla terra

Era sempre lo stesso”

(adapt. P. Ovidii Nasonis – Metamorphoseon, Liber III)

When darkness comes

The shadows fade out

As if they were swallowed by the night

Maybe they're still there

But they no longer even know