The Inheritance of Beauty

Heritors of doom We forgot all the meanings Looters, jackals we stole The nectar of gods Raping all the ideals They're observing the Beauty No one is looking at Where her gaze is turned No more salty tears Lonely insipid raindrops Merely heirs of might We've lost our own light Aphrodite is dead Rest in peace with the dreamers Those who gave life To worlds of grace We're the heirs of beauty and worth The amazing welkin's leading us forth Riding in the name of our art We'll shape it from the dark Nell'antico cantico, Savia e recondita, Si schiude all'ermo Franto cuor la verità. Ei tace, Ma il petto grida già, Nei cieli scaglia il suo ardor. We're the heirs of beauty and worth The amazing welkin's leading us forth Riding in the name of our art We'll shape it from the darkness We're the humbles losers on earth Who forge the beauty born from our heart From the unknown the flame of truth Will blaze upon the whole world When the holy horns will shine again in our time, With the right And the might, In the night We'll be bright