Testo di Canticum Morti

Rain's falling down on this cold ground, clouds are embracing me, darker than winter ... I'm forgettin' the light ... Wet stones, suppressed by the fog, and I ... I'm waitin' something yet. Subjugated by the fear, crippled by the rage, I'm fling on my soul inflictin' in her tortures and penitences. Obscura iacet lapis ficta dolore, confirmata calore rosae illic depositae. Verba ficta sanguine lacerati pectoris, mentis deponentis ex memoria praeterita. Forced to remedy, keeped here wandering, I find my light, burnt-out by his he ... I'm alive but I'm dead ... veins are firin', my blood doesn't wash them, and I ... I'm goin' to find you. Ashes are cryin', time will give rest to fire, livin' in my eyes. I'll find, I'll flush every least emotion. Is the most hidden remorse, callin' my attention. Without no rest I'll follow tracks of this damnation.