It Was A Time When Only The

If I Can't Have Love, If I Can't Find Peace, / Give Me A Bitter Glory.

All Has Been Looted, Betrayed, Sold; Black Death's Wing Flashed Ahead.

My Shadow Serves As The Friend I Crave

I Am Not One Of Those Who Left The Land To The Mercy Of Its Enemies. Their Flattery Leaves Me Cold, My Songs Are Not For Them To Praise.

Italy Is A Dream That Keeps Returning For The Rest Of Your Life.