Thy Ghost Owns My Name

  Hear my steps, here I'm still,
walking back through time.
  I look for the lost wind
to recover the course of the line.
  Thou arrived like silent water
in that winter night.
  Only my voice over thy mutter
just like moss covers the stone


  Whence did you came? 
thy ghost owns my name


  Winds of change blowing again
hidden farewells among shouts of help
  Till my howls break the stone
till thine hands rip off the thorns


  Whence did you came?
thy ghost owns my name


  Walking back through the past
oblivion, oblivion, takes my own
  Only my mutter against his voice
forgetfulness, forgetfulness silences my voice


  Where is thou this black winter day?
thy ghost owns my name
  Here this song of bane
thou, whom I gave my name


  Rain starts falling one more time
while all my world fades...
Water dissolves the paints
of this dark nightmare

In This Dark Silence

  In this dark silence time slows
and the wind whispers my name
night hides the sap of the dying trees
with his black veil. This night...


  Dark night again, I have no torch
and the wind whispers the hour
Oh beautiful lady in black
ply the waters still arrive at my side


  The water flows slowly...
out from the silence...
out from my hands...
out from this world...


  In this black silence time fades,
and the wind wispers my name
Eternal wait for the perpetual night
uncertainty  hidden by the black veil


  Dark night again, where's my light?
and the wind whispers the hour
Oh beautiful lady in black
wrap me up in your calmness

Winter Is Coming

  Winter is coming...


  Oh, my sweet summer child... what do you know about fear?
fear is for the winter, when the snow falls to a hundred feet of depth.
fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years
and children are born, live a life and die all in darkness


  That is the time of year, when the white walkers move through the woods.
thousands of years ago the came a night that lasted a generation.
kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts.
chaos was all that existed in the demolished nation.


  Winter is coming to the seven kingdoms
snow, ice and cold will devastate the fields
wolves will rise in the embrace of the winter
  There is a dark harbinger, the prophet says
you must be aware that winter is coming
and it will freeze your steps.


  Women smothered their babies rather than see them starve
and wept and felt their tears freeze on their cheeks.
In that darkness the wite walkers came for the first time
they came with death and now in this earth it slips


  The white walkers killed men and women and children
they swept through cities and kingdoms, riding their dead horses,
hunting with their packs  of pale spiders as hounds...
the seven kingdoms were at war, and the king had not any boosters


  Winter is coming to the seven kingdoms
snow, ice and cold will devestate the fields
wolves will rise in the embrace of the winter
their is a dark harbinger the prophet says
you must be aware that winter is coming

Buried Memories

  Under the branches of a yew
in a forgotten wood
there's one lonely grave
with an unnamed slab.
  Inside are only some
faded and cold bones
covered only by ground
and fallen leaves.


  The buried memory of a life, 
the recollections of  a broken past
are now forgotten
under a foot of ground.


  Rains now over the grave
the ground is soaked in water.
the bones are lost in mud
but they are still there
  The delted footprints
in the wet and thin path
are now anonymous,
nobody wants to remember


  The buried memory of a life,
the recollections of a broken past,
are now forgotten
under a foot of ground


  Remember...