The Silent Opera

I sit in this stately theatre one time
In it's shine dazzled the whole world
I still see the shadows
Of the spectators that once were here
Fluctuate as ghosts in this place
By now desolate
Then, I feel the scream
It spreads into my veins
As if hundreds of horses breaking out of chains.

The Silent Opera
Delirium
The Silent Opera
A hurricane of emotions
Passion and devotion.

Fire burns all stage
All is alive again
Mocking composers
Powerful sovereigns entwined into this vortex
Just feel the call
And join us into this world.

The Silent Opera
Delirium
The Silent Opera
A hurricane of emotions
Passion and devotion.

A chorus of voices I can hear
Between all those screams my name
Now the spirit lives again
Bringing back the time.

Once the poet wrote about all this
The black hands encircled the white meats
The sky is torn by the echoes of the Valkyries...

Women dying for love
Devoted father and bold children
The cold summer collapses into dark winter
An only cry echoes in the air
Which brings all those figures
Evoked by the memory
Of the theatre, on the stage
Eternal glory, eternal beauty
Vain hope immortalizes vanity...

The Silent Opera
Delirium
The Silent Opera
A hurricane of emotions
Passion and devotion.