Hesperia - Stormlord

Dei trionfi gli echi remoti

Nel vento sussurrano il nome «Hesperia»

Il tuo lauro è il mio supplizio

Figlia del verbo divino

Dilani ed infiammi quest’animo pio

Tu sei Hesperia

Silenzio

Duro come fosse selce

Il dono di colei che da monarca, per mio amore si fece donna

Alle acque increspate dello Stige

Gravide di ombre penitenti

Lo sguardo adombrato ella ora rivolge

Se di tal dolenza il seme fu celeste

Come mai i futuri allori

Non fugano dal cuore con l’oblio

La brama di esitare

La brama di fuggire

La brama di fallire

Questa brama di esistere?

Canti di onori venturi

Da Roma declamano il nome «Hesperìa»

Il tuo lauro è il mio supplizio

Figlia del verbo divino

Dilani ed infiammi l’anima mia

Tu sei Hesperia

Hesperia

Of remote triumphs the echoes

In the wind they whisper the name «Hesperia»

Your laurels is my torture

Daughter of the divine word

You tear apart and set on fire this spirit of mine

You are Hesperia

Silence

As hard as flint

The gift of she who became woman

From monarch, for my love

To the rippled waters of river Styx

Fraught with repentant shadows

Her sombre gaze she now turns

If heavenly was the seed of such a grief

Why the laurels to come

Can’t banish from my heart, with oblivion

The lust for hesitating

The lust for escaping

The lust for failing

This lust for being alive

Songs of distant honours

From Rome, they declaim the name «Hesperia»

Your laurels is my torture

Daughter of the divine word

You tear and set on fire my soul

You are Hesperia

Hesperia

The remote echoes of triumphs

In the wind they whisper the name "Hesperia"

Your laurel is my torture

Daughter of the divine word

You tear apart and inflame this pious soul

You are Hesperia

Silence

As hard as flint

The gift of the one who, from a monarch, became a woman for my love

To the rippling waters of the Styx

Pregnant with penitent shadows

The shadowed gaze she now turns

If of such pain the seed was heavenly

How come the future laurels

They do not escape the heart with oblivion

The longing to hesitate

The longing to escape

The desire to fail

This longing to exist?

Songs of honor to come

From Rome they declaim the name "Hesperìa"

Your laurel is my torture

Daughter of the divine word

You tear apart and inflame my soul

You are Hesperia

Hesperia

Of remote triumphs the echoes

In the wind they whisper the name "Hesperia"

Your laurels is my torture

Daughter of the divine word

You tear apart and set on fire this spirit of mine

You are Hesperia

Silence

As hard as flint

The gift of she who became woman

From monarch, for my love

To the rippled waters of river Styx

Fraught with repentant shadows

Her sombre gaze di lei she now turns

If heavenly was the seed of such a grief

Why the laurels to come

Can't banish from my heart, with oblivion

The lust for hesitating

The lust for escaping

The lust for failing

This lust for being alive

Songs of distant honors

From Rome, they declaim the name "Hesperia"

Your laurels is my torture

Daughter of the divine word

You tear and set on fire my soul

You are Hesperia

Hesperia