Il Tempo Degli Dei
Luca Turilli's Rhapsody
The Time of the Gods
In his threefold gaze that golden shiver for the man who sits
Who sits on the throne of always and never
The apathetic verse reveals itself as lament, mortal wound
Which in intimate elsewhere will become poetry
It's the time of the gods
Challenging the oceans
Symmetric entities
Of alchemical transcendence
It's the time of the gods
Of empathic horizons
Divine will
Quantum revelation
From hermetic modesty
To dreamlike splendor
Inside the eye of the cyclone
It's the time of the gods
Of the gods
Spark of light that inspires seductive the harmonic song
Chromatic edge of grace and cowardice
Latent in the wave, forged in fire, the missing link
Sacred variable of alternate realities
It's the time of the gods
Challenging the oceans
Symmetric entities
Of alchemical transcendence
It's the time of the gods
Of empathic horizons
Divine will
Quantum revelation
From hermetic modesty
To dreamlike splendor
Inside the eye of the cyclone
It's the time of the gods
I discovered a dreadful law that binds the color green
The musical fifth and the warmth, I lost the joy of living
Power scares me, I won't write anything anymore!
It's the time of the gods
Challenging the oceans
Symmetric entities
Of alchemical transcendence
It's the time of the gods
Of empathic horizons
Divine will
Quantum revelation
From hermetic modesty
To dreamlike splendor
Inside the eye of the cyclone
It's the time of the gods
Soul spirit, dreamlike vigor
Soul spirit, splendidly born
This is the time of the gods
(Time is, time of the gods)
