The king is blind

Blind faith heading
To the sun

See this throne surrounded by bitches
The king is blind
Beware with the horns of the beast
Our sacrifice
From the deep building the sentence
A bleeding back, a cross to bear
Speaking in tongues of pestilence
Dogs barking from the other side
Whores're on their knees
Love in the blackest church of horror
Priest of the deep
From the deep building the sentence
A bleeding back, a cross to bear
Speaking in tongues of pestilence
Blind faith heading
To the sun
No matter for what
Is beyond
Open my arms
To the void
You should fear the goat
You should fear the goat in the dark
From the deep building the sentence
A bleeding back, a cross to bear
Speaking in tongues of pestilence

Sulla strada per Altroquando

Un paio di giorni ancora e saro' sulla strada per Ninive, non piu' recalcitrante, non piu' in cerca di una balena in cui nascondermi. Un altro capitolo della mia vita si conclude e iniziero' a scriverne uno nuovo, una storia on the road, guidando verso il sud di questo mondo e verso, forse, un Altroquando che una forza superiore ha scelto per me. Nel tentativo di imparare una nuova capacita', la resa, per dare pace ad un cuore che sa solo soffrire. Si torna a casa.

Two more days and I'll be on my way to Nineveh, anymore recalcitrant, anymore in search of a whale to hide into. Another chapter of my life comes to a conclusion and I'm ready to start writing a new one, a story on the road, driving towards the South of this world and, maybe, to an Otherwhen that a superior force has chosen for me. In the attempt to learn a new skill, surrendering, to give peace to this heart which doesn't know anything but suffering. I'm going home.