Novembre Annoluce 1. Annoluce (Single Version) I used to come here Textiles all over, and lamps And colours of centuries flash from the stands Do not lose my hand now We’re in a tempest of sound Our stranger wind brought us here from afar A journey through lightning ending now A song made of light spreading around I just wanna end this ride That life has turned into this rusting pile of pipes Cos I believe that there is more than meets the eye In this script of anger Brought to tears until the Sun died And a journey through lightning ending now A song made of light spreading around A million eyelids closing down, A million eyes I saw the files that they have on me, I saw the chambers of new bright opinions they sewn in your flash I saw the files that she has on me, setting this astral conjunction against all the reasons and odds I used to come here Storms have swept it apart a swirl of memories hitting the land, with the wind and the sand Do not lose my hand now We’re in a ‘lager’ of sound Which brought us here in a light-year of bleeding and screaming and cries 2. Venere Oh, you feel the night Dancing its soul all the way I’m gonna strip down the sky Of all its lies Where hopes are bred and thrown away Oh, you feel the dance Filling all the rivers and your veins Oh, you feel the dance Piercing through the withered yesterday Why did it have to die? Why did it have to die? When are you coming back? All you feel inside Is merely all the breathing universe All you feel inside Frees us from the famine and the pain Atomic dawn, In which you sealed the sound of your name You no longer swim in this sludge Why does it have to die? Why did you have to die? When are you coming back? 3. Negative Luna Cry, and cry, And doors in pitch dark hallways In gold and mesmerizing black In which you let us drown Chanson of the lonely ones And the Seventh is all through the weather Amber of a lonely star And your name is all through the weather You’re not the only one That this life threw aside and pulled under Yesterday is over now Bring your hands to the chest like a prayer Rays of the minor Sun like steel nails through the flesh Inverted thoughts they come In pale unwanted light In an absence, in a pale unwanted light Dying for the whim of negative Luna And, see, here we are, skiing on your favourite sensation Waves of sound that bring us to the sky Where I leave you as I’m pulled back down Sedna, torn and still alive Sedna, heart of soul alive