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..::Nightwish::..

Mon, 30 Jan 2006 20:03:20 GMT

..the Phantom of opera..

.::ChRisTine::..
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again
For now I find
The Phantom of the opera is there
Inside my mind
..::PhanTom::..
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The Phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind
..::ChRisTine::..
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear

..::PhanTom::..
It's me they hear
..::ToGhEteR::..
My/your spirit and your voice
In one combined
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind
He's there the Phantom of the opera
Beware the Phantom of the opera
..::PhanTom::..
In all your phantasies
You always knew
That man and mystery
..::ChRisTine::..
Were both in you
..::ToGhEteR::..

And in this labyrinth
Where night is blind
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your/my mind

..::Lacuna Coil::Unspoken::..

Mon, 16 Jan 2006 21:32:03 GMT

And it doesn't matter
how you feel now, anything at all
Seems to be your only way, so vicious
Heavenly apart

When your envy is on a piece of paper
Let me sweetly smile
You're devouring all the crumb
I'm leaving caught up in your lies
You're on any other side

Clawing up my eyes
I'm feeling your arms around me
On the other side
It's time to go
I'm hearing your voice
without words
On the other side

But it doesn't matter
how I feel now, anything at all
Since I've left you with the wrong
impression while I'm still the same

When I turn around and look
at my life, shadows in disguise
but I'm working on
an interruption of hypocrisy
You're an any other side

Clawing up my eyes
I'm feeling your arms around me
On the other side, it's time to go
I'm hearing your voice without words
On the other side
Any other side

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Mon, 12 Dec 2005 20:10:06 GMT

†Il pianto degli Angeli †

Volgo gli occhi al funereo cielo mattutino e scorgo lacrime nel vento...Microscopiche schegge di vetro trasparente schizzano giu' dalle grigie nubi gravide di pioggia. Doloroso parto d'acqua e neve impura, scendera' giu' a macchiar le foglie e i tenui petali di un divin peccato. Son le lacrime degli angeli caduti, un baluginio di brina sui cristallizzati fiori che nessuno scorge...è' il loro mesto pianto, un'eco piana e vana che nessun'altro ode. Ora scendo gli occhi a terra verso il tuo infero destino, Angelo di Pietra, voglia tu accoglier la mia supplica e invocare il mio perdono.Io prego alle tue ginocchia cosi' come tu facesti col tuo Celeste Padre; getta su di me il fango che ti ingiustamente copre.Di portare ormai non son piu' degna, questa veste immacolata, colpevole a mio modo di amarti e trascinarti su questo umano mondo. Mea et non tua culpa, questa pioggia col tuo pianto han gia' lavato i tuo tuoi peccati,apri solo le tue ali e vola verso il cielo...