She's in me
Her being, her will to live
Damned to breathe
And feel that source of sin

One pure fate [bad word] love devoured by hate
Her last pain
Dark trace of pulsing shade

Veiled in the mist of a sad winter night
lonely ghost in a fragment of light
Icy vibration, a whisper, a cold word
Mortal darkened deadly sorrow

Divina amata
Or sospirata
I'll cross the [bad word] on earth
To have your soul back
Irato averno
Dante's inferno
I need your grace to be my pain
In nomine

Freeze, black wind
My nights, my empty dreams
Back from lies
I'm her sacrifice

She's in me
Her being, her will to live
Damned to breathe
And feel that source of sin

One melancholic reflection of grey
walking dead with your heart in his [bad word] and reveal all the might of your shadow
Through your gothic vivid splendor

Divina amata
Or sospirata
I'll cross the [bad word] on earth
To have your soul back
Irato averno
Dante's inferno
I need your grace to be my pain
In nomine