Nyctophilia - Ecnephias

Night of wind and dust

a memory of a dream

it digs in my time

and opens its black doors

as a sigh of death

as a wicked look

it wraps me in his veil

it frees the blackness in me

If the darkness kills the world

and the fire calls you back

the black abyss drags you with him

with all his wicked devouring greed

Night and I see it and I feel it

and I know it

Night of wind and thunder

a memory of a place

it digs in my time

and opens its black doors

like a cloak of mist

empty silent space

it wraps me in his frost

and brings dismay on me

Nell’aria è un vento che va

consuma la mia anima

è un suono in terra arida

che brucia la mia vita