Try to think,
have you ever felt alone
in this long and dusty walk?
Try to think,
turn around and recognize
where you’re going now.
I need to understand
the answer I’m searching for.
Sometimes it seems there is no aim,
we appear like a trick of existence,
a fault of a universe we don’t belong to.
Live for dying,
in a line without an end.
I need to understand
the reasons why today I’m here.
I see
the veils of illusion descend,
in front of me,
while truths are revealing
from wisdom to chaos…
shall we escape this fate?
Night falls.
And when comes the darkness,
past time
there has never been.
My sign
in this world I need to leave,
engraving my spirit alive.
Night falls,
shadows eternal.
Last breath,
to not return back.
This life
is just a frail opera
where death is its perfect ending.
You could play your game
and draft your own rules,
but what will remain
at the end of this race?
In silentio vacui.
Time is just a road towards the final door,
you have nothing to expect beyond.
Welcome to the edge, look at the walked path,
maybe what you’ve done ain’t just enough.
Anima dispersa senza età,
nel ventre di un vuoto te ne andrai
e nel tempo dissolvi.
Sacre illusioni provasti a bramare,
un’anima e un corpo d’essenza infinita.
Non siamo noi stessi a dover giudicare,
ma il ghigno velato del mietitore.
My clock strikes the final hour,
just one moment to play my last moves.
We’re just actors on this stage
and someone else moves the wires,
writing the script of life.
Un solo sentiero inciso nel tempo.
Speranze e memorie vacue nel cosmo.
Cenere e sabbia nelle mani del fato,
in un soffio eterno.
Spatium et tempus imperant substantiam.
Arcanum aeternum mentes cruciabit.
Vita et mors.
Ignis sanctus.
Vita et mors.
Ignis fati.
Night falls.
And when comes the darkness,
past time
there has never been.
My sign
in this world I need to leave,
engraving my spirit alive.
Night falls,
shadows eternal.
Last breath,
to not return back.
This life
is just a frail opera.
The curtains are closing.
Night falls.
Night falls,
leans down on my skin.
Night falls,
opens the final door.
In the depths of my old heart,
my soul feels the end has come.
I will scream aloud my name.
One last chance to realize
what we mean,
and the race we won is over.
At the end of the play,
you get off the stairs of this stage.
An endless light glows on your face.
Of us will remain
not even one cold grave,
neither silence that’s surrounding
our last time.
Our last time.
Holy spirit of time,
keep my soul far away
and hold me, so I’ll say
to this world I belong,
proud to have been
part of this mystery,
part of this great and wonderful
opera onto the greatest stage.
credits
from A Shelter From Existence,
released June 24, 2017
Filippo Tezza - all vocals, all guitars, bass, keyboards, programming
Michele Olmi (guest from Chronosfear, Embrace of Souls) - drums
A powerful metal opus, blending soaring vocals, intricate melodies, and thunderous riffs for an epic listening experience. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 26, 2023
