Letra Yuletide (con Eria Mayo) (en inglés) - SVA
There are times when everything turns black:
When you see a friend and a dead father,
When all that's left is the memory
And you don't know where to cry for him, there's no grave for his body.
Not knowing if his life had meaning,
Or he died for values that are extinct.
That message has been misunderstood,
Because his Te?/Deus/?????/YHVH is the same,
Even if they pronounce it differently.
The boat on the Haides, with the rock in the background,
Home behind your back, your little girl on your shoulders,
No one around here can save you, they want to see your dreams broken,
No one here prays to you.... I think their God is someone else.
There are times when everything turns black:
When you see that girlfriend at the funeral,
When I have to resort to photos
Because I don't remember the details of his face anymore.
God, I swear I'm not resting,
Until you go from your hand to hell itself,
Explain everything to me slowly,
I want you to justify the harshness of your winter.
It seems that evil is brewing,
In every tender moment
And in the end, in my epitaph.
I'll narrate the moments where I caught you lying.
There are times when everything turns black,
That's why there are colleagues I don't remember anymore,
That's why some people don't touch you on the surface.
But whose story would devastate you inside.
I don't believe in any of your gods,
But I feel at home in a temple,
Because I believe in the woman's spell,
In the magic of the moment.
There are times when everything turns black.
The rubble, the ruins, the heritage,
The blood pool, the internal conflict,
The idea of dying without knowing each other.
There are times when everything turns black.
Coffin hidden under the monastery.
Because there are times when everything turns black....
There are times when everything becomes....