A crimson night unveiled the arcane secrets of my darkness
Faded and timid were my dreams beneath the silver moonlight
Immersed in a mysterious garden of crimson roses
I was searching for a sublime delight and solace that could alleviate my pangs
The cold breeze whispered legends of ancient memories
Dissolved in the void like magic smoke from an enchanted meadow
And I was startled by the obliteration of time that ceased to exist
Because I pretended to be in a utopian world
A realm of darkness and beauty, made of bliss and anguish
I wept with all my heart as my crimson roses were bleeding passionately
Their enchanting scent became tainted by the dust of decay
Every bliss dissolved into the ether of death, and the crimson night transfigured
Soothing was the sound of the rain falling over each leaf of dead trees
In the mournful stillness of that mystic night
The fragments of all my desires lingered in the shadows of despair
Each teardrop of mine was a haunting ghost of aborted dreams shattered to dust
The void disclosed a concealed elegy within me
Every wilted petal and every faded hue spoke of love and death entangled in ephemeral disgrace
It was like I was wandering infinitely in a labyrinth of dusk and decay
The spirit of loneliness traced a path for me to follow
And I couldn’t seek solace in the bittersweet embrace of darkness and agony
All the winter winds hauled my silent dirge
I surrendered to the eternal enigma of magnificence and despair
Every flame of the night was a fabled spark conducting me to my eternal doom
Draining myself to death, I had lost the game of life.
Elisabetta