Fall Of The Corpse

I See The Man's Anguish 

Abruptly Disturbed By The Deep Silence 

There He Is Vanished After Having Contemplated 

Face-To-Face The Restlessness Of The World 

Before What’S Lying Beyond 



The Smell Of White Roses Fills The Air 

Calm And Sweet Is Its Perfume 

Of Terrifying And Chaotic Manner 



Neither The Prince 

Nor His Siblings Got Dressed 

This Way, 

In Memory To A Perished Brother 



With The Face Pale As Silver 

Down There Is The Last Inhabitant 

Of The Fraternal Chain 

Master Of The Desolation 

In The Temple That One Day Had The Sacred Word 

And Now Just 

This Fraternal Kiss 

Under Lute Sounds 

Will Follow His Final Legacy