On Air: Blind Guardian - Noldor (Dead Winter Reigns)

venerdì, 05 gennaio 2007,15:51
what late forgotten nights to emptiness has given
and now november morning will be taken asunder
the shovel stained with dirt in the hours of belonging
dug into the undiscovered of a life, a pest, a plague


falling back into the arms - no never
admitting to a life alone - no
claiming there are sparks inside - no
outside looking back - no
so the lie never stopped

cling to the wave it cried and onward to the night
expecting not and nothing in the presence of a lie
the deeper that it dug the more now had to go
surrender was a fact and the room was decorated
no, no, no - the lie never stopped
what late forgotten nights to emptiness has given

the strangers may they come in ignorance's disguise
so into the dark walking to leave the last of times
kneedeep in desperation to fill the gap behind

boldly thread the night forever
november thoughts are right - oh never
taken from the fall - no

frightened by the key but the trail behind the house
felt compelling and new - the lie never stopped
found at loss for words, now words aren't enough

someone told, a vacancy was open
someone laughed, the silence here was broken
dug up to make room
the room which you furnaced and graced
there is no vacancy
the least can fill the fountain
the most will flood the mold
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lunedì, 17 ottobre 2005,15:43
"Guardate il sorriso, guardate il colore
come giocan sul viso di chi cerca l’amore:
ma lo stesso sorriso, lo stesso colore
dove sono sul viso di chi ha avuto l’amore?"
Francesco de Andrè, "Un chimico"

Passato, presente e futuro?
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giovedì, 13 ottobre 2005,16:30
In good old times, remember my friend 
Moon was so bright and so close to us, sometimes
We were still blind and deaf, what a bliss
Painting the world of our own, for our own eyes, now

Can we ever have what we had then?
Friendship unbreakable
Love means nothing to me
Without blinking an eye
I'd fade, if so needed,
All those moments with you
If I had you beside me

One cloudy day we both lost the game?
We drifted so far and away
Nothing is quite as cruel as a child
Sometimes we break the unbreakable, sometimes?

And we'll never have what we had then
Friendship unbroken
Love means nothing to me
Without blinking an eye
I'd fade, if so needed,
All those moments with you
If I had you beside me now

I was unable to cope with what you said
Sometimes we need to be cruel to be kind
Child that I was, could not see the reason
Feelings I had were but sham and a lie?

I have never forgotten your smile
Your eyes, oh, Shamandalie
Time went by, many memories died
I'm writing this down to ease my pain

You saw us always clearer than me
How we were never meant to be
Love denied meant the friendship would die
Now I have seen the light
These memories make me cry

Can I ever have what I had then?
Friendship unbroken
Love means nothing to me
Without blinking an eye
I'd fade, if so needed,
All those moments with you
See the world with my wide open eyes

Friendship got broken
There's no other for me
Like the one of my childhood days
Can you forgive me?
The love got better off me,
On that day back in old times
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mercoledì, 07 settembre 2005,12:13
Tried of dull ages, I walk the same ground,
collecting the tragedies still
Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind
carried my cross to the hill

And how I lust for the dance and the fire
deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
spill me the wind and its fire
to steal of the colors - I'm the moonshield

Shattered hope became my guide
and grief and pain my friends
a brother pact in a blood-ink penned
declare my silent end

Naked and dying under worlds of silent stone
reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone

Naked an dying under worlds of silent stone
reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone

And how I lust for the dance and the fire
deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
spill me the wind and its fire
to steal of the colors
I'm the
I'm the
I'm the
I'm the moonshield
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