[00:00.000] 作詞 : Wilma Collo
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Alessandro Armuschio
[00:18.80]In the assault of black winds
[00:22.03]We wonder what lies ahead of us
[00:26.06]The citadel of stars is slowly fading
[00:34.40]Is this our end
[00:37.92]or a passing chill?
[00:44.65]A failing fortress where demise awaits
[00:47.94]Is our riven symbol in these darkening straits
[00:51.70]And the withered tree casts a terrific stain
[01:00.31]Will we ever know
[01:03.83]if it shall bloom again?
[01:10.34]Swiftly, swiftly the glory has passed
[01:14.14]In a time that could be our last
[01:18.41]High and lofty, and yet so small
[01:22.01]Is the spire before its fall
[01:31.51]
[01:48.73]With our age of gold behind us
[01:52.86]In the uncharted space we tread
[01:56.48]As the plague rages, certainties crumble
[02:04.37]And the noon
[02:08.38]shines a sullen red
[02:14.87]A voice rings hollow in the empty hall
[02:18.08]And aimless footsteps on the stone resound
[02:22.46]We don’t know whether to cry for mercy
[02:30.40]In this arbour where thorns abound
[02:40.33]Swiftly, swiftly the glory has passed
[02:43.97]In a time that could be our last
[02:48.24]High and lofty, and yet so small
[02:51.92]Is the spire before its fall
[03:00.54]
[03:08.79]We have flourished and the wind is changing
[03:16.81]We are vanquished and our force is weak
[03:24.35]Dried up cisterns stand in idle stupor
[03:32.46]In this arbour where decayed roots streak
[03:40.46]Swiftly, swiftly the glory has passed
[03:44.09]In a time that could be our last
[03:48.41]High and lofty, and yet so small
[03:52.01]Is the spire before its fall
[04:02.39]Swiftly, swiftly the glory has passed
[04:06.41]Slowly, slowly these days will run
[04:09.74]In the shade of a darkling sun
[04:14.19]Till the sapling from the lost reign
[04:17.90]Casts new branches and blooms again