Fall of the Corpse - Vulcano

I see the man’s anguish

Abruptly disturbed by the deep silence

There he is vanished after having contemplated

Face-to-face the restlessness of the world

Before what’s lying beyond

The smell of white roses fills the air

Calm and sweet is its perfume

Of terrifying and chaotic manner

Neither the prince

Nor his siblings got dressed

This way

In memory to a perished brother

With the face pale as silver

Down there is the last inhabitant

Of the fraternal chain

Master of the desolation

In the temple that one day had the sacred word

And now just

This fraternal kiss

Under lute sounds

Will follow his final legacy