RAIN DELAY LYRICS

1. Autumn Melancholy

Embraced by dark, in the night-sky, thou fade.
Influenced by loss, I am falling into agony.
Black swan shivers on the verge of this black lake,
Infinite burthen broke his wings. Imo pectore. incantesimo.
Influenced by clarity of the sky.
A seraph died away from my eyes.
Autumn, the season of melancholy...
While leaves and rain art falling, I am falling into thee.
Autunno, stagione di malinconia...
Come le foglie et le pioggie cadono, anch'io cado per te.
Imo pectore. Voglio mio angelo.
Now I can remember, that dawn after.
Swans wing is healed, but where is that last rain?
It's not even there.
Memories passing by, and through this void called life,
Now I am desperate, I need thy love.

2. Essence Of Loss

Restrospection, the deep felt times,
Like heavy teardrops evaporate.
The strenght, held in meaningless words,
I must reveal to feel levitation in this body.
Understanding the essence of loss
Ends this dreadful path of mine.
So inert I leave my conscience,
Mountain of sighs and throes gathered by years of sorrow.
I am moonstricken, gone with streams of fading light.
Mourning, I relinquish my life.
Ma disparition a commence. Il pleur...

3. Rain Delay

I bless the rain delay, as I bequeath my yesterday.
Rain ends, hope fades. We gather at the runway.
I have nothing to declare, so empty-handed.
I was declaring myself as a martyr, when she said:
"Embrace me, my beloveth, once again, before thou depart.
Bequeath to me thy moonlight.
I shalt devote to thee my hindmost cry.
Thy bequest changeth seasons, Rain Falleth, hope is gone.
Thy leaving is no sojourn. Lachrymose in widow's weeds,
Grievous, I am burying my dreams of thee."

4. Departure

Time is irrelevant when the weather is changing,
As my erst beloveth tears this soft and blackened haze.
My olde swan waits, circling on his runway,
Loch is reflecting my tear and his readiness for flight.
Come, embrace me, and give me a last kiss.
Forever remain here, I shalt never forget thee.
As the first snow is falling, I bewail our first acquanitance.
Thus thy eyes art so tearful of care my fears art still there.
As the first snow is falling, we art hiding each other's tears.
Those tears art reflected no more,
The loch is now painted in white.
My empress, I was thy raven
Above the chateau, under thy own burthen.
Under thy burthen of insignificance I flee.
I flew, and I carried it away.
I might be late for the wake. I might be late for the burial as well.
Come, embrace my desire to depart.
Oh beloveth, wither thy forecast.
Morning, hearken to my dirge. Yester eve was mournful enow.
Bon soir tristesse, je me suis rtourne. La silense, la nuit.
Un jeun artyr, un belle fille et le seraphin de desire
Attendent la permission pour voyage.
Scorn breaks through tears and sorrow.
Spleen in me takes bitterness through the storm,
Into the waves of cold bitterness,
Into th enorthern fields of winter.
Cold swarm is flying over mountains.
Towards north I depart, swarming with birds.
The weather is changing.

5. Renaissance Of Winter

Before diluvium, in this season frostbitten,
North wind caresses a dead willow.
Glacial period reigns, overtakes my heart
With miserable whiteness ad scornful cry.
I met the Empress Judith one day;
She seemed so flawless in my sffection.
But as the seasons changed, I accepted her imperfections.
Enthroned by emptiness, frozen tears she cried.
Nevertheless our enchantment never died.
This path is cold. I falleth with envy and bitter lust...
My encounter with an angel
Engaged thousands of crows and ravens.
Constructing a circle around me and cleansing the sky.
Thou art a widow. thy cry is scornful and dead.
Empress of emptiness, thou art dethroned. Farewell...
Eternal winter, intercept our arrival,
Arrival of a hearse into thy renaissance.
As I thou could, as if I care.

6. Forestall

We art envoys of mneuvering sky. Leaves depicted my failure.
I forestall this rapture with grief. Thus my downfall is regarded
As a failure of the entire swarm, I don't yearn for satisfaction,
I scorn myself. Forestall...
An envoy is a decoy. I forestall the entire downfall.
Another night is observing my solitude throughout eons.
Woe of my forest and moans of this dying crow
Were summoning changes,
As we were benighted by their dreams.
Birds... All those black clouds above betoken a storm.
We art summoning changes beyond these streams.
We art left alone to get through this storm.
Without wings it seems so meaningless.
River flows silently, beyond these streams.
I ask myself, often, who we art?
We art envoys of maneuvering sky. Again we shalt arise.
Gather the swarm, the skies art waiting.

7. In Stillness Tonight

I still carry the burthen of my swarm,
Thus decieved, still flying towards north.
A newborn bird is born upon these skies, in motion, in flight.
Again decieved, again relieved, again in stillness, tonight.
This misbegotten moonlight flit revealed deception,
As we were in motion, in flight.
Flanked by snowstorm, like a verloren hoop,
We art still flying towards north.

8. Withstand The Winds

Woods, bethrothed to mountains,
Withstand the winds of martyrdom.
Under the moon, after feowertiene night of flight,
We descended on thy mountain.
Mother Forest, in thy embrace we have found a shelter.







RAIN DELAY LYRICS