Amidst The Graves Testo

The eternal sadness of an angel on earth Huge fountains of tears flowing eternally The black eyes of this being staring at the piece of stone Fallen from a sculpture in the night Hell has softly touched the ground But of Death he is so tired That even Paradise makes him sad Am I to die for that frozen empire ? Roses cover the tomb That shall be trodden by the melancholic angel His hand still on the cradle Of its sad idyllic sculpture.