Ghost in the Clouds Below -

Well, the time has come

To come back in the clouds below

This iris that appears in my eyes

To come back cheered by the crowd

There is something strange in the air

(The) clouds smother all colors

And each motion is restricted

At the burning breath of the wind

Suffering as the reflex of the

Smoke of a candle turned off

By the wax

Melted by themselves

There is something strange

The Mother was broken

And it’s still playing this painful song

(That) everything creates and everything shakes

Instrumental

Like a beautiful nightmare I fall into the void

Into the darkness, like a tear close to the dawn

Just in the breath of the wind

Each tree shows a face and a whisper says HALLELUJA!

Looking from the moon this enormous burial

I realize (that) every dream was in vain

The day the earth has lost the words

The only voice in my head scream

Bells are ringing

This damned lullaby

Bells are ringing

For those who fell here

Bells are ringing

This damned lullaby

Bells are ringing

For those who fell here

Million of little people

On the top of a lightning rod

Locked, Bared, Praying God

That everything runs quickly

Million of little people

On the top of a lightning rod

Locked, Bared, Praying God

That everything runs quickly

I who have seen the beginning

I who find the end

I who walks alone

I, I, I, I

I who have seen the beginning

I who find the end

I who walks alone

I, I, I, I

I, living in the fate

I look for the create

I walk this line between love and hate

But I am here now and they didn’t wait

I, in the end of this story

I am your last memory

I, (the) final act of this show

I found the ghosts in the clouds below

Instrumental part

I, living in the fate

I look for the create

I walk this line between love and hate

But I am here now and they didn’t wait

I, in the end of this story

I am your last memory

I, (the) final act of this show

I found the ghosts in the clouds below

Try to defeat

What you believe in

Try to defeat

And scream, scream!

Bells are ringing

This damned lullaby

Bells are ringing

For those who fell here

Bells are ringing

This damned lullaby

Bells are ringing

For those who fell here

Million of little people

On the top of a lightning rod

Locked, Bared, Praying God

That everything runs quickly

Million of little people

On the top of a lightning rod

Locked, Bared, Praying God

That everything runs quickly