Lyrics by: Vittorio Manara / Music by: Macbeth    Like a spell from which i   can't awake now i sleep   soundly,   dying in your arms, i felt   your tears glide on my face   and your hands hold mine   for the last time,   the angel of mystery is   here to lead me in the king-   dom of silence.   We are immersed in a   boundless sea of sorrow   death is the darkened hori-   zon we'll reach in our   wreck,   sweet is my rest like a kiss   of the woman i loved   and now her heart is veiled   with a cloud of sadness.   You'll close my weary   eyes languishing and resi-   gned and petals of withered   roses will settle on my   weak body as tears   i'll rove forever on the   banks of the oblivion's river   bur i'll hear your mounded   heart cry for me.   "..and my tears will furrow my   cheeks and will rush in the   endless ebony abyss of   torment."