1. Night Voices

Show me your paths, ghosts of the past
Rose petals are slipping in the deep

Down the dark river of my thoughts,
I've forgotten the row of the feast

The night is cold, I see all my life
pining away in the shroud of every day

Yearning for love, yearning for death,
even the clowns are quit in their beds

Don't turn off the lights on the roundabout of life
Night shadows are dancing with my fears

Let's play again on the roundabout of life
The silence will scrape off my mask
...the roundabout of life... at nightfall

Show me my guilts, ghosts of the right,
Don't believe you can dull my sight

Scraps of faith at candle's light
Down the street a poor man is dying

Don't turn off the lights on the roundabout of life
Night shadows are dancing with my fears

Let's play again on the roundabout of life
The silence will scrape off my mask

Seven black horses will rush
through the ancient bonfires
Please let me understand,
where their run will end.

Tomorrow will come with yesterday's face
whispering words like old litanies

Yearning for death, yearning for love,
just a flame is trembling in my court

Don't turn off the lights on the roundabout of life
Night shadows are dancing with my fears

Let's play again on the roundabout of life
The silence will scrape off my mask

...the roundabout of life... at nightfall

2. The Tower And The Ministrel

This silent night,
while the eyes of the world look at me,
has no reasons to believe
what is right or what is wrong.
And the kingdom will fall.

Clear winter morning
and the knight will be killed
Clear winter morning
and I'll become the justice wind.
A storyteller of the plough and the bread
Another hero with the light in his heart
But the king is dying in a veil of solitude
All the heroes are lying and I'm drowning in truth...
I'm drowning in truth

This silent god,
while hunger and pain clash behind
the golden-bloody wall
just a prayer for all,
for the rulers too

Mild winter morning
and the knight will be lost
Mild winter morning
and ambition will be dust

A storyteller with no saints in his tales
A thousand answers for a trip with no return
The king is dying in a shiver of fear
Heaven's gate is barred.
Not even the stars have the key...
...a broken key

Empty rage,
Storm and flames in my head,
bursting wave on my dreams.
Where's the fiddle of the oppressed?
Just a torn flag...

...fades in my hands,
nothing to clasp,
I'm giving up the game
And the kingdom will fall.

One winter morning
and the knight will be naked
One winter morning,
crucifixion without applause.
Timeless tower with a man on his knees,
another hero mantled in frost and wind.
Bohemian tower, last prison of my days
in a foreign castle,
while rustling trees whisper my name...
no other name

I know...the king will die
– and the minstrel is being born
Take care of my notes
– in the jewel-case of wisdom.

I'm watcher of a real story,
dripping face of misery

Lost pieces of story
scattered in daily muddy wakes

I heard low voices
old chants of suffering men

All sons of shadow
waiting for a nevercoming spring.

3. Diary Of A Blind Angel

Walking all alone
on twilight's boulevards,
Still picking up
tears of mother pearl
from the cold ashes
of my uselessness,
Dressin' in dark,
the dark evening's cloak
Waitin' all alone
with new curiosity,
That's my heart of silk
tumbling on roaring streets.

Eyes of stone for a little universe
of bleeding stars and crowded wilderness
Siren screams, the call of the crowd
Siren screams, seduction of the strong

My wings are broken and I can't
join you on the grand highway of the laughing sun.

Against the wind of your certainties,
just a losing sun and his haltin' gait
I still fall down, but I'll shout again
my need to live, outside your fortress.

It still rains on the blind angel's diary and the words will slip away

If only I could
I would climb your mountains
to find a nest hanging on my horizon
If only I could
I would swim through
the entrails of your glad surface-reality
If only I could
I would take part
in the ritual of your obstinate normality
Angel of outskirts
the night saw you dying
and the day had never been your friend

Like an old man
with Pierrot's gaze
I know his soul, thrown in a corner...
...and his eyes of stone for a little universe
of bleeding stars and crowded wilderness
Against the wind of your certainties
just a losing son and his haltin' gait

4. Time Theater – King Of Eternity

The night the day
laughing and crying
no Edge, no Time
Just a mask's parade
floating on the waves, on and on
in the Court of the wind

I can see the world tonight
from this tower of eternity,
And my heart bleeds at seeing
war and death in our winds,
Sometimes I pray to be
in a new life of mystery
Why man, don't you want to see another day?
No freedom to feel,
Violence fills the soul of humanity,
Leave me alone with my tears.

I dream to fly on a rainbow faraway
with no swords in my hand,
the mind ever clashes with the wall of reality,
my sad throne in lands of sin,
Lost in evil fires,
Shadows of bad desires,
I can't see another way

No, nowhere to run,
Over the sun
only the dreams remain with me.

Hear me jester, play my song just for today
I haven't much time to live,
Let my crown fall in the fate of insanity,
Lord of the dark take me away.

5. Mother Moon

Let me feel the silence
in the desert plain of time
the wind of pain is blowing in my mind.

Mother, tell me another
lullaby of life and death
the flowers will grow by your breath

Hearing again the sound of fate
while the moonlight is on my face
wars and kings in the voice of time
eternal moon, you can wipe my eyes.

Singin' the song of timewinds
the pain is an old season
the world is full of teardrops
like rain without reason
the future wheel is turning
to choose another prison,
mother give me strength
...the moon is high
...with my thoughts tonight.

You can feel my heartbeat
in the skies so faraway
the power of feelings is winning again
Mother Moon, don't leave me
in the darkness of the night
queen of the ages give me your light

Hearing again the sound of fate
while the moonlight is on my face
demons and angels in the voice of time
eternal moon, you can wipe my eyes

The wise man is the guardian
of a temple of winners and losers
they're playing the game day by day
Watching out the window
The sunset of my dreams
consciousness is high on the hill

Hearing again the sound of fate
while the moonlight is on my face
lover and dreamers in the voice of time
eternal moon, you can wipe my eyes

6. Black Jester Opera

Beyond the far gates
of my mind
you will find

so many fireflies
to flash your life
everynight

And you shall be
emotion's rider in the forest of dream,
...ride...and ride

Don't waste your time
in the tunnel conformism lies,
...lies...only lies

I'm flying over the seas
on a vessel full of tears
Everyone is a reason to live.
To live!
The water is gushing again
from the childhood's fountains, in your hearts
Follow the Jester's sound.
My sound!

Imagine and draw another playcard
and let it fall down in the grave,
the grey abyss of sadness,
the grey abyss of loneliness,
it could be a different fate,
it could be another fate.
You can try to leave your island
clutching at a passin kite;
seize the day behind a cloud and let...
...your soul rise free.

I'm the Joker
to win the game

I'm the minstrel
to break your chains

I am the madness
inside your brains