Music by Marco Catalano
Lyrics by Wilma Collo
WHERE NO-ONE HAD EVER DARED TO TREAD
UNDER THE SPUR OF OUR TROUBLED URGE
WE CAME TO STRAITS OF ICINESS
BUT WITHIN US WAS THE FIERCEST
WAS THE FIERCEST SCOURGE
AND WITHIN US THE VENOM WORKED
AND AMONG US THE SWORD DESCENDED
A DARKENED AIM, A SINGLE MIND
DEFIANCE OF THE EVENTS
OF THE EVENTS PORTENDED
AGAINST ALL WARNINGS WE CAST OUR DICE
INTO THE TURMOIL OF ROARING ICE
ENSLAVED TO FOLLOW OUR LUST AND FACE
WHATEVER FURIES MAY HUNT OUR RACE
NO MATTER WHETHER WE LAUGH OR WEEP
AS WE HAVE SOWN SO WE WILL REAP
NO LONGER BROTHERS, WHILE VESSELS BURN
BEYOND THE RIOT OF WAVES THAT CHURN
WE WORKED IT ALL BY OUR VERY HANDS
WE WATCH AGHAST AS THE FLARE EXPANDS
IN ESTRANGED LICENCE FOMENTING THUS
THE DOGGED FEVER POSSESSING US
AGAINST ALL WARNINGS WE CAST OUR DICE
INTO THE TURMOIL OF ROARING ICE
ENSLAVED TO FOLLOW OUR LUST AND FACE
WHATEVER FURIES MAY HUNT OUR RACE
AGAINST ALL WARNINGS WE CAST OUR DICE
INTO THE TURMOIL OF ROARING ICE
ENSLAVED TO FOLLOW OUR LUST AND FACE
WHATEVER FURIES MAY HUNT OUR RACE
AGAINST ALL WARNINGS WE CAST OUR DICE
NO MATTER WHETHER WE LAUGH OR WEEP
AS WE HAVE SOWN SO WE WILL REAP
NO LONGER BROTHERS, WHILE VESSELS BURN
BEYOND THE RIOT OF WAVES THAT CHURN
NO LONGER BROTHERS
NO LONGER BROTHERS WHILE VESSELS BURN
℗ Rockshots Records – Ainur