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Galatea
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
Dum me Galatea tenebat, bound I stayed, a fleeting shadow Her will obeyed. No sunlit paths, no open gates. Chains of silk, her whispers spun, a silent battle never won. No hope, no hope of liberty, no care, no care for what’s to be, Galatea held my soul in thrall. Her grasp the rise, her grasp the fall. Nec spes libertatis erat. No dream, no air, the stars above They did not care. The night stretched wide a quiet snare. Nec cura peculi, riches mean naught. A heart once free now deeply caught, her gaze, a tempest, her smile a flame, and still I whispered her cursed " spellled" name . No hope, no hope of liberty, no care, no care for what’s to be. Galatea held my soul in thrall. Her grasp the rise, her grasp the fall.
Dum me Galatea tenebat, bound I stayed, a fleeting shadow Her will obeyed. No sunlit paths, no open gates. Chains of silk, her whispers spun, a silent battle never won. No hope, no hope of liberty, no care, no care for what’s to be, Galatea held my soul in thrall. Her grasp the rise, her grasp the fall. Nec spes libertatis erat. No dream, no air, the stars above They did not care. The night stretched wide a quiet snare. Nec cura peculi, riches mean naught. A heart once free now deeply caught, her gaze, a tempest, her smile a flame, and still I whispered her cursed " spellled" name . No hope, no hope of liberty, no care, no care for what’s to be. Galatea held my soul in thrall. Her grasp the rise, her grasp the fall.
Opera Hortus Hederae
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
Cum in hortus Hederae aurora floruit, In matrimonium Proserpinae et Hades Concordiam et amorem ad omnia numines, Et altara tempus veris hic exaltata fuit.
De coronis divinis petalas aureatas,
Decidit in noctes nuptiarum illuminatas, Cupidias, delirium infernalis inter voluptatas, Olympicas flammas virgines imaculatas.
Adentem et candentem exoritur tartarum, Faces ignis altae in Olympum incenduntur, Melodias inter lavas decantas vulcanum.
In caerimoniis deorum qui se semper amaverunt, Aphroditis frontis aeterna eis benedixerunt, Et coelum coniungens et infernum qui hic se ivenunt.
Cum in hortus Hederae aurora floruit, In matrimonium Proserpinae et Hades Concordiam et amorem ad omnia numines, Et altara tempus veris hic exaltata fuit.
De coronis divinis petalas aureatas,
Decidit in noctes nuptiarum illuminatas, Cupidias, delirium infernalis inter voluptatas, Olympicas flammas virgines imaculatas.
Adentem et candentem exoritur tartarum, Faces ignis altae in Olympum incenduntur, Melodias inter lavas decantas vulcanum.
In caerimoniis deorum qui se semper amaverunt, Aphroditis frontis aeterna eis benedixerunt, Et coelum coniungens et infernum qui hic se ivenunt.
Opera Hades- Ignes Tartari
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
Ecce, coram rege Hades, adsum, in sede Tartari,
Igne factus, et regina Persephone iuxta videtur.
Una melodiam animarum, quae per ignes ardentur,
Sed quid caelorum in tenebris possint radiare?
Saecula post saecula generationes steterant,
Contemplandum quis dolor in anima commoveret,
Quis amplexus misericordiae non ignosceret.
Lux tenebras praevaleat, per illum qui non tenebrant.
Sed in corde tenebris, lumen semper lucet,
Nam etiam in abyssus, lumen Dei illuminat,
Et pax, quae superat omnia, in anima regnat.
Quamvis aeterna nox, lux divinitatis praevalet.
Ecce, coram rege Hades, adsum, in sede Tartari,
Igne factus, et regina Persephone iuxta videtur.
Una melodiam animarum, quae per ignes ardentur,
Sed quid caelorum in tenebris possint radiare?
Saecula post saecula generationes steterant,
Contemplandum quis dolor in anima commoveret,
Quis amplexus misericordiae non ignosceret.
Lux tenebras praevaleat, per illum qui non tenebrant.
Sed in corde tenebris, lumen semper lucet,
Nam etiam in abyssus, lumen Dei illuminat,
Et pax, quae superat omnia, in anima regnat.
Quamvis aeterna nox, lux divinitatis praevalet.
The Halo of Twilight
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
I longed in the sky for the halo of twilight,
To kiss your lips, rose's jewel, celestial light.
Crimson red wine, scarlet hue, dyed over own,
Saint Elmo’s fire, blood-colored, I turned on.
From the vision that awakens the immortals,
More enchanted, descended from the skies.
Because the color of your lips, in the sun shining,
Heavenly ardencies and sins were revealing.
I longed in the sky for the halo of twilight,
To kiss your lips, rose's jewel, celestial light.
Crimson red wine, scarlet hue, dyed over own,
Saint Elmo’s fire, blood-colored, I turned on.
From the vision that awakens the immortals,
More enchanted, descended from the skies.
Because the color of your lips, in the sun shining,
Heavenly ardencies and sins were revealing.
Opera Atlantis Veteris
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
Comtemplatur verunt videris, splendeo atlantis.
generatio illa, quae olim sapientiam coluit.
ad per temporis, eas scientia excaecavit.
sine precib, sine amoris, ni veris vitatis.
Historiae gloria, nunc tamen abscondit.
Sub undis veteris maris, Atlantis latet,
Mundi memoria, in animo manet,
Sagittae temporis, in tenebris relinquit.
Amorem cupiebant per non venerunt,
Ira Neptui in oceano saeviente,
in timoris fossae in aqua torrente,
ad pedes statuae suae surrexerunt.
sed ruinae memoriae reaedificatae fecit.
Sicut in nocte, spes tamen manet,
In silentio maris, amor semper latet.
Atlantis possent maribus resurrexit.
Comtemplatur verunt videris, splendeo atlantis.
generatio illa, quae olim sapientiam coluit.
ad per temporis, eas scientia excaecavit.
sine precib, sine amoris, ni veris vitatis.
Historiae gloria, nunc tamen abscondit.
Sub undis veteris maris, Atlantis latet,
Mundi memoria, in animo manet,
Sagittae temporis, in tenebris relinquit.
Amorem cupiebant per non venerunt,
Ira Neptui in oceano saeviente,
in timoris fossae in aqua torrente,
ad pedes statuae suae surrexerunt.
sed ruinae memoriae reaedificatae fecit.
Sicut in nocte, spes tamen manet,
In silentio maris, amor semper latet.
Atlantis possent maribus resurrexit.
Sanctum gladium et Caelum Caelis
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
Hic Somnium est quae eies contemplatur, Quod essentia non erat omni somnium, Vox divina pervenit spiritus meum, In paradisum sumens prophetatur.
Decidit Dei currutis in flammeum Quae ducit ad portarum per magistris, Portans me ad introitum portae caelis, Qui aperuit antem me spiritus meum.
Et portae ad iustorum apertatur, Terram albam ex factum in argentum, Et caelis in fulgentes factum aurum, Ubi purae animae invenirentur.
In hortus caelis arbores divinis, Ante aqua fontis dominaes in lucis, Balneum non contemplatur in timoris, Ut viderem nuditas purae animis.
In templus Eden factum celebratum, Dies erat traditionis legis caelis, Expect angelus Dei excedere thronis, Et ipsum Dei sedere essentia Deum.
Attractum me ad caelis in portarum, Sed angelorum me impediverunt, Spiritum corpus meum dominaverunt, Tulit me ad fornacem divinorum.
In fornacem proieci caeli argentum, Ego divinae nomina dicensit, De igne Dei flammea aurea in surrexit, Sanctum gladium sucept ego per bellum.
Et vox caelum ex dicta sacrum Dei, Accipt in manus hic est sanctum gladium, In quo deceifas adversarius meum, Dicipulus, pupili sacrum mei.
Custodes portae caeli claudeverum, Spiritum Dei qui facit in percussit, Vel sanctum gladium veris vulneratit, Qui eos rapuit ad caelum inferiorum.
Hic antem me portarum caelum caelis, Et quod spiritus meum in contemplatur, Verba non possunt qui in definitur, Quid veris visium meum in perveneris.
Ex veneratur caelum in splendore, Divinis luminaris et coloris In palatis caelestis relucentis, In caelis angelorum rex regnore.
Et quo magis ad caelum ascenditi, Magis et corpus meum fecit dissolvit, Ubi vitalis lux mea in pervadit, Quandem ad centrum caelum perveniti.
Hic Somnium est quae eies contemplatur, Quod essentia non erat omni somnium, Vox divina pervenit spiritus meum, In paradisum sumens prophetatur.
Decidit Dei currutis in flammeum Quae ducit ad portarum per magistris, Portans me ad introitum portae caelis, Qui aperuit antem me spiritus meum.
Et portae ad iustorum apertatur, Terram albam ex factum in argentum, Et caelis in fulgentes factum aurum, Ubi purae animae invenirentur.
In hortus caelis arbores divinis, Ante aqua fontis dominaes in lucis, Balneum non contemplatur in timoris, Ut viderem nuditas purae animis.
In templus Eden factum celebratum, Dies erat traditionis legis caelis, Expect angelus Dei excedere thronis, Et ipsum Dei sedere essentia Deum.
Attractum me ad caelis in portarum, Sed angelorum me impediverunt, Spiritum corpus meum dominaverunt, Tulit me ad fornacem divinorum.
In fornacem proieci caeli argentum, Ego divinae nomina dicensit, De igne Dei flammea aurea in surrexit, Sanctum gladium sucept ego per bellum.
Et vox caelum ex dicta sacrum Dei, Accipt in manus hic est sanctum gladium, In quo deceifas adversarius meum, Dicipulus, pupili sacrum mei.
Custodes portae caeli claudeverum, Spiritum Dei qui facit in percussit, Vel sanctum gladium veris vulneratit, Qui eos rapuit ad caelum inferiorum.
Hic antem me portarum caelum caelis, Et quod spiritus meum in contemplatur, Verba non possunt qui in definitur, Quid veris visium meum in perveneris.
Ex veneratur caelum in splendore, Divinis luminaris et coloris In palatis caelestis relucentis, In caelis angelorum rex regnore.
Et quo magis ad caelum ascenditi, Magis et corpus meum fecit dissolvit, Ubi vitalis lux mea in pervadit, Quandem ad centrum caelum perveniti.
The mermaid's enchantment
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
Beautiful, virtuous, and pure soul,
Sweet Princess, you are a moon of tenderness.
Illuminate my sun, golden Rose,
The light, blessed with sweetness.
The waters that cover us, in the blessings of the seas,
Reveal their mysteries, in the rays of the moonlight,
Rough tides seducing my gaze,
On the Mermaid's brow, there are pearls and flowers.
The corals that reflect the waves in colors,
Surround the sanctuaries of life and love,
Raise to the heavens, the song of the Condor,
Where the blues embrace, in the atriums of the seas.
Behold the Lord Poet, my Mermaid Highness,
Shipwrecked Prince of a lost sea,
Who found himself seduced in the depths
He wants the punishment of never stepping on the sand,
By the blessings of Venus, forbidden love.
Beautiful, virtuous, and pure soul,
Sweet Princess, you are a moon of tenderness.
Illuminate my sun, golden Rose,
The light, blessed with sweetness.
The waters that cover us, in the blessings of the seas,
Reveal their mysteries, in the rays of the moonlight,
Rough tides seducing my gaze,
On the Mermaid's brow, there are pearls and flowers.
The corals that reflect the waves in colors,
Surround the sanctuaries of life and love,
Raise to the heavens, the song of the Condor,
Where the blues embrace, in the atriums of the seas.
Behold the Lord Poet, my Mermaid Highness,
Shipwrecked Prince of a lost sea,
Who found himself seduced in the depths
He wants the punishment of never stepping on the sand,
By the blessings of Venus, forbidden love.
Knight Templar
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
Knight Templar , the shadow of the immortal,
Between the twilights, the centuries in trail,
rode in search of Jerusalem, the jewel ,
and Living by the blood of the Holy Grail.
When entered the land that consecrated,
led the Christian conclave in the crusades,
Eternalized by Grand Master Payens,
Whose Saint Bernard in abbeys, had conjured
Over the sacred walls of King Baldwin,
You had beheld Islam rising on fates,
perplexed by crescent moon in emirates,
Before the triumphant Sultan Saladin.
Your shining helm that like silver light,
And sword that blazed with holy fire,
Before the cross on your altar higher.
Made enemies tremble at the dawn’s sight,
And enveloped in flames, martyred warrior,
The monastic monstrance of the knight,
Rose in the golden sky in holy night ,
Immortalized into the verse of honor.
Knight Templar , the shadow of the immortal,
Between the twilights, the centuries in trail,
rode in search of Jerusalem, the jewel ,
and Living by the blood of the Holy Grail.
When entered the land that consecrated,
led the Christian conclave in the crusades,
Eternalized by Grand Master Payens,
Whose Saint Bernard in abbeys, had conjured
Over the sacred walls of King Baldwin,
You had beheld Islam rising on fates,
perplexed by crescent moon in emirates,
Before the triumphant Sultan Saladin.
Your shining helm that like silver light,
And sword that blazed with holy fire,
Before the cross on your altar higher.
Made enemies tremble at the dawn’s sight,
And enveloped in flames, martyred warrior,
The monastic monstrance of the knight,
Rose in the golden sky in holy night ,
Immortalized into the verse of honor.
Hymnum Propheta Hebraeorum
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
O vexillum divinum est aeternum, Hoc arca testamentus unxit Moyses. In eremis congregat hebraeis voxes, Per nomen ineffabile Dei sanctum.
Et idolis Aegyptis plagis duxit. Superavit qui olim regnaverunt. Flamma an gladium Aegyptis cadaverunt, Sed ile Hebraeos non angelis messuit.
Qui propheta cum baculum sacratum, Caelum divisit mare in divinore, Quae per hostibus clausium in furore, Veris hic miracullum consecratum.
Et surrexit, mons Sinai in splendore. Tonitrum in fulgura et tempestum, Annunciant terrae et coelum mandamentum. Regis Regum et Dei omnus creatore.
O vexillum divinum est aeternum, Hoc arca testamentus unxit Moyses. In eremis congregat hebraeis voxes, Per nomen ineffabile Dei sanctum.
Et idolis Aegyptis plagis duxit. Superavit qui olim regnaverunt. Flamma an gladium Aegyptis cadaverunt, Sed ile Hebraeos non angelis messuit.
Qui propheta cum baculum sacratum, Caelum divisit mare in divinore, Quae per hostibus clausium in furore, Veris hic miracullum consecratum.
Et surrexit, mons Sinai in splendore. Tonitrum in fulgura et tempestum, Annunciant terrae et coelum mandamentum. Regis Regum et Dei omnus creatore.
Lines Inscribed upon a Cup Formed from Skull, Lord Byron
Music and art by Igor Nigri
Lyrics by Lord Byron
Start not--nor deem my spirit fled:
In me behold the only skull
From which, unlike a living head,
Whatever flows is never dull.
I lived, I loved, I quaffed like thee;
I died: let earth my bones resign:
Fill up--thou canst not injure me;
The worm hath fouler lips than thine.
Better to hold the sparkling grape
Than nurse the earthworm's slimy brood,
And circle in the goblet's shape
The drink of gods than reptile's food.
Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone,
In aid of others' let me shine;
And when, alas! our brains are gone,
What nobler substitute than wine?
Quaff while thou canst; another race,
When thou and thine like me are sped,
May rescue thee from earth's embrace,
And rhyme and revel with the dead.
Why not--since through life's little day
Our heads such sad effects produce?
Redeemed from worms and wasting clay,
This chance is theirs to be of use.
Lyrics by Lord Byron
Start not--nor deem my spirit fled:
In me behold the only skull
From which, unlike a living head,
Whatever flows is never dull.
I lived, I loved, I quaffed like thee;
I died: let earth my bones resign:
Fill up--thou canst not injure me;
The worm hath fouler lips than thine.
Better to hold the sparkling grape
Than nurse the earthworm's slimy brood,
And circle in the goblet's shape
The drink of gods than reptile's food.
Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone,
In aid of others' let me shine;
And when, alas! our brains are gone,
What nobler substitute than wine?
Quaff while thou canst; another race,
When thou and thine like me are sped,
May rescue thee from earth's embrace,
And rhyme and revel with the dead.
Why not--since through life's little day
Our heads such sad effects produce?
Redeemed from worms and wasting clay,
This chance is theirs to be of use.
Fallen Angel
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
As a fallen angel, so far away from the eternal,
As a man that ascended, better stay near from the heaven´s love!
But if your helm was like a sun, and your armour´s light had been covering the stars,
Why wielded the flaming sword that cuts through the abyss?
My sweet flame! Tell me my ascending angel, forgot the mortal passions?
If inside you this is reflected by the might of heaven!
As a fallen angel, so far away from the eternal,
As a man that ascended, better stay near from the heaven´s love!
But if your helm was like a sun, and your armour´s light had been covering the stars,
Why wielded the flaming sword that cuts through the abyss?
My sweet flame! Tell me my ascending angel, forgot the mortal passions?
If inside you this is reflected by the might of heaven!
The Corsair - Lord Byron
Music and art by Igor Nigri
Lyrics by Lord Byron
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
Survey our empire and behold our home!
These are our realms, no limits to their sway-
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
Ours the wild life in tumult still to range
From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave!
Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave;
Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease!
Whom slumber soothes not-pleasure cannot please-
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,
And danc'd in triumph o'er the waters wide,
The exulting sense-the pulse's maddening play,
That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
That for itself can woo the approaching fight, "And turn what some deem danger to delight.
Lyrics by Lord Byron
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
Survey our empire and behold our home!
These are our realms, no limits to their sway-
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
Ours the wild life in tumult still to range
From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave!
Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave;
Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease!
Whom slumber soothes not-pleasure cannot please-
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,
And danc'd in triumph o'er the waters wide,
The exulting sense-the pulse's maddening play,
That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
That for itself can woo the approaching fight, "And turn what some deem danger to delight.
Space Hunter
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
Space hunter, dare you to go explore,
Across the dark, where silent secrets hide,
Riding your flaming steed through the night,
Chasing stars across the endless flight.
Oh, the abyss calls for your feared name,
Where divine portals can turn into flame,
Under the Sagittarius' fiery reign,
Fear into the black hole’s silent gain.
From nebulae’s divine living embrace,
Radiant lights upon your own marked face,
Stars' whisper in cosmic dance grace,
Guiding you through the time eternal space.
Oh, seeker of the boundless became void,
Thy steed ablaze in the night’s most employ,
Dost thou explore where stars will die and born,
Celestial halls, where flaming heavens burn.
A destiny that forges, future anew,
A home for humankind, and to pursue,
To bear the art of that immortal race,
Through cosmic night, in eternal embrace.
Space hunter, dare you to go explore,
Across the dark, where silent secrets hide,
Riding your flaming steed through the night,
Chasing stars across the endless flight.
Oh, the abyss calls for your feared name,
Where divine portals can turn into flame,
Under the Sagittarius' fiery reign,
Fear into the black hole’s silent gain.
From nebulae’s divine living embrace,
Radiant lights upon your own marked face,
Stars' whisper in cosmic dance grace,
Guiding you through the time eternal space.
Oh, seeker of the boundless became void,
Thy steed ablaze in the night’s most employ,
Dost thou explore where stars will die and born,
Celestial halls, where flaming heavens burn.
A destiny that forges, future anew,
A home for humankind, and to pursue,
To bear the art of that immortal race,
Through cosmic night, in eternal embrace.
Fructus Amoris et Peccati Originalis
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
Quae sunt mysteria et insignia desiderius? Pomus rubrus et roseus, quid incogitabile, Peccati originale in bolide ineffabile, Quod serpens in primitia, osculi incitatus.
Quae Fructus! Ex inebriant et desiderunt! Ile Poesis aeterna muse inebriantus, In essentia infernalis, coelum involutus, Quod instanti ile morsus maledictus sunt.
Antem mordaciut superficie illusionis, Et pro amorem exulem in vitam degerem, An divini Eden in aeterna solitutis.
In dem virtutes Eve, numqua obliviscaris. Qui in triumphum angelus mortis dedit Adam, Ilum amorem in hoc fructum primaevae arboris.
Quae sunt mysteria et insignia desiderius? Pomus rubrus et roseus, quid incogitabile, Peccati originale in bolide ineffabile, Quod serpens in primitia, osculi incitatus.
Quae Fructus! Ex inebriant et desiderunt! Ile Poesis aeterna muse inebriantus, In essentia infernalis, coelum involutus, Quod instanti ile morsus maledictus sunt.
Antem mordaciut superficie illusionis, Et pro amorem exulem in vitam degerem, An divini Eden in aeterna solitutis.
In dem virtutes Eve, numqua obliviscaris. Qui in triumphum angelus mortis dedit Adam, Ilum amorem in hoc fructum primaevae arboris.
Helena Troiae
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
Qui factum est mirabilis in estrum.
Ad tempore ile Graecies et Troianis.
Conversus bellatorum omni insanis.
Incitat illis bellis artis rerum.
Nomen aeterna hic ex consecratum.
Hoc est Helena Troiae in amoris.
Tollebat eam per dilecto Paris.
Ardenti se obtulit ile amorum.
Achillem gladius fecit vindicatum.
Hector perfidiae domina martyris.
Absorbuit et sanguinem vulneratum.
Erat troianum equum triumphantis?
Vel fatum venunt puniens in hanc vitam.
Fectum honorem triumphantem Spartis.
Qui factum est mirabilis in estrum.
Ad tempore ile Graecies et Troianis.
Conversus bellatorum omni insanis.
Incitat illis bellis artis rerum.
Nomen aeterna hic ex consecratum.
Hoc est Helena Troiae in amoris.
Tollebat eam per dilecto Paris.
Ardenti se obtulit ile amorum.
Achillem gladius fecit vindicatum.
Hector perfidiae domina martyris.
Absorbuit et sanguinem vulneratum.
Erat troianum equum triumphantis?
Vel fatum venunt puniens in hanc vitam.
Fectum honorem triumphantem Spartis.
Destruction of Sodom
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
In front the shadow of perdition’s dread,
Calamity upon Sodom’s soul spread,
The fires of hell alight with wrath unhid,
Awaiting all beneath the cursed dawn.
Divine justice, wrathful and severe,
Descends from heavens grim and high,
When man, in wickedness, draws near,
And dares to scorn the Lord most High.
From the abyss, the fires rage and fall,
The flaming sword is raised in wrath,
To smite the wicked, purge the pall,
And crush the roots of evil’s path.
Root out the darkness from the earth,
Eradicate the hellish seed,
For judgment’s breath is swift and fierce,
And justice comes to claim her deed.
In front the shadow of perdition’s dread,
Calamity upon Sodom’s soul spread,
The fires of hell alight with wrath unhid,
Awaiting all beneath the cursed dawn.
Divine justice, wrathful and severe,
Descends from heavens grim and high,
When man, in wickedness, draws near,
And dares to scorn the Lord most High.
From the abyss, the fires rage and fall,
The flaming sword is raised in wrath,
To smite the wicked, purge the pall,
And crush the roots of evil’s path.
Root out the darkness from the earth,
Eradicate the hellish seed,
For judgment’s breath is swift and fierce,
And justice comes to claim her deed.
Darkness, Lord Byron
Music and art by Igor Nigri
Lyrics by Lord Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour
They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash—and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd.
Lyrics by Lord Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour
They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash—and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd.
Sanctum gladium et caelum caelis (lyrical)
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
Hic Somnium est quae eies contemplatur, Quod essentia non erat omni somnium, Vox divina pervenit spiritus meum, In paradisum sumens prophetatur.
Decidit Dei currutis in flammeum Quae ducit ad portarum per magistris, Portans me ad introitum portae caelis, Qui aperuit antem me spiritus meum.
Et portae ad iustorum apertatur, Terram albam ex factum in argentum, Et caelis in fulgentes factum aurum, Ubi purae animae invenirentur.
In hortus caelis arbores divinis, Ante aqua fontis dominaes in lucis, Balneum non contemplatur in timoris, Ut viderem nuditas purae animis.
In templus Eden factum celebratum, Dies erat traditionis legis caelis, Expect angelus Dei excedere thronis, Et ipsum Dei sedere essentia Deum.
Attractum me ad caelis in portarum, Sed angelorum me impediverunt, Spiritum corpus meum dominaverunt, Tulit me ad fornacem divinorum.
In fornacem proieci caeli argentum, Ego divinae nomina dicensit, De igne Dei flammea aurea in surrexit, Sanctum gladium sucept ego per bellum.
Et vox caelum ex dicta sacrum Dei, Accipt in manus hic est sanctum gladium, In quo deceifas adversarius meum, Dicipulus, pupili sacrum mei.
Custodes portae caeli claudeverum, Spiritum Dei qui facit in percussit, Vel sanctum gladium veris vulneratit, Qui eos rapuit ad caelum inferiorum.
Hic antem me portarum caelum caelis, Et quod spiritus meum in contemplatur, Verba non possunt qui in definitur, Quid veris visium meum in perveneris.
Ex veneratur caelum in splendore, Divinis luminaris et coloris In palatis caelestis relucentis, In caelis angelorum rex regnore.
Et quo magis ad caelum ascenditi, Magis et corpus meum fecit dissolvit, Ubi vitalis lux mea in pervadit, Quandem ad centrum caelum perveniti.
Hic Somnium est quae eies contemplatur, Quod essentia non erat omni somnium, Vox divina pervenit spiritus meum, In paradisum sumens prophetatur.
Decidit Dei currutis in flammeum Quae ducit ad portarum per magistris, Portans me ad introitum portae caelis, Qui aperuit antem me spiritus meum.
Et portae ad iustorum apertatur, Terram albam ex factum in argentum, Et caelis in fulgentes factum aurum, Ubi purae animae invenirentur.
In hortus caelis arbores divinis, Ante aqua fontis dominaes in lucis, Balneum non contemplatur in timoris, Ut viderem nuditas purae animis.
In templus Eden factum celebratum, Dies erat traditionis legis caelis, Expect angelus Dei excedere thronis, Et ipsum Dei sedere essentia Deum.
Attractum me ad caelis in portarum, Sed angelorum me impediverunt, Spiritum corpus meum dominaverunt, Tulit me ad fornacem divinorum.
In fornacem proieci caeli argentum, Ego divinae nomina dicensit, De igne Dei flammea aurea in surrexit, Sanctum gladium sucept ego per bellum.
Et vox caelum ex dicta sacrum Dei, Accipt in manus hic est sanctum gladium, In quo deceifas adversarius meum, Dicipulus, pupili sacrum mei.
Custodes portae caeli claudeverum, Spiritum Dei qui facit in percussit, Vel sanctum gladium veris vulneratit, Qui eos rapuit ad caelum inferiorum.
Hic antem me portarum caelum caelis, Et quod spiritus meum in contemplatur, Verba non possunt qui in definitur, Quid veris visium meum in perveneris.
Ex veneratur caelum in splendore, Divinis luminaris et coloris In palatis caelestis relucentis, In caelis angelorum rex regnore.
Et quo magis ad caelum ascenditi, Magis et corpus meum fecit dissolvit, Ubi vitalis lux mea in pervadit, Quandem ad centrum caelum perveniti.
The Vampire's Chalice
Music, lyrics and art by Igor Nigri
Know that I live in you, white moon my vampire. The pretty angel wrapped in golden divine light, Hidden here in a ruined castle, in the heaven height. Without behold the sun, the face of splendor.
As night falls and stars became appear, Darkness arises from this glooming, But I have the ethereal flame that make be lighting and will-o-the-wisp when the mists come here.
Don't be afraid, stiffing like rock afraiding, Feeling the burn of the sun in the vampire's teeth, offering your body filled languor and lips sweet, whith the red blood in your wound falling.
I came in ardent hell, to be your fallen angel. Desires that the endless storms flashes, with burning thunders kissed by the waves, Just with my kiss, my dear, your love can be eternal.
Borned in the ancient calends of darkness, I know secrets that Gods never told, secrets forever, Eternal dreams from heaven brought me here, I dreamed with you when you had my dreams.
The one that your neck so much loves, Hidding your whip in your long dresses, Singing to the depths with fallen angels, along with the Erinyes, elegies and declaims.
And behind the cover always a horrible frame, As in his kisses your neck is had bitten, But for love I would go to exalted heaven to Seek redemption by the ineffable flame.
Know that I live in you, white moon my vampire. The pretty angel wrapped in golden divine light, Hidden here in a ruined castle, in the heaven height. Without behold the sun, the face of splendor.
As night falls and stars became appear, Darkness arises from this glooming, But I have the ethereal flame that make be lighting and will-o-the-wisp when the mists come here.
Don't be afraid, stiffing like rock afraiding, Feeling the burn of the sun in the vampire's teeth, offering your body filled languor and lips sweet, whith the red blood in your wound falling.
I came in ardent hell, to be your fallen angel. Desires that the endless storms flashes, with burning thunders kissed by the waves, Just with my kiss, my dear, your love can be eternal.
Borned in the ancient calends of darkness, I know secrets that Gods never told, secrets forever, Eternal dreams from heaven brought me here, I dreamed with you when you had my dreams.
The one that your neck so much loves, Hidding your whip in your long dresses, Singing to the depths with fallen angels, along with the Erinyes, elegies and declaims.
And behind the cover always a horrible frame, As in his kisses your neck is had bitten, But for love I would go to exalted heaven to Seek redemption by the ineffable flame.
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