The Chant (2008)

(words & music: Filippo)

On whispers I flee, feel not hell beneath dreams
nothing more, nothing left but her voice
sings through lowlands and streams
she sits by the rivers of the night

as the moon hides behind a grey curtain
her dirge of death
and sufference brings me dreams
of what I'm not certain

through the hills and the valleys of black
through the land outstretched and unknown
the wind her companion of pain and disgrace
she sits and she's singing alone

I listen, I fear, I'm taken, I hear
my life I forget
no remorse, no regret
no more anger, no more greed
thy chant I need