2007
Black Metal from Turin
Album: At the sign of Battlehorns
Sol vej Sol (in Piedmont dialect means Sun, old Sun)
Glaciers veils the secrets
Obsidian soil occult his head
His words,carved in stone
His thoughts,dissolved in cosmos.
Blood calls
Unheartly,His spirit.
Death hears but after reclaims.
Heavens shall !
It’s time for Wolves to devour sheeps
for Swords to cut throats
for Anger to sublimate
to dying in honour and glory.
Sol, vej Sol, mi i veuj ved-te tramontè.
And then here,beyond the last heated reminescence
Rubified but frozen by beyond’s breaths
Astonished forward the hall of galaxies
Purity astride emptiness
Ethereal rise handed by mantled fingers
Fingers of thousand hands that once
Carved in stone those words:
Sol, vej Sol, mi i veuj ved-te tramontè.