Phoebe: bloody emancipation

What a miserable century
factory chimney pumps murk in the air
the devil breaths at the top of his lungs
misery's sons and daughters
cover my realm with their rickety shadows

Young maidens work their ass off on the hand-loom
these honest weavers, just turned thirteen
On the spinning wheel one’s gonna prick
Her skinny finger to punish a itch

Black Reaper sweating intensifies
it drips down the unholy sky
acid rain on the luddite revolt
Phoebe won’t dance tonight
I heard she’s on a baroque dark retreat
the scene is slow and sad
grotesque works are on sale for the libertines

There runs an affair of incest and abuse
the clergyman is letting himself loose
fearmongering his new amuse
The tea has been sacked from a very exotic place
sweet and sour is the agony of the slave
Traded in classy little boxes for the upper-middle class

Malice the incurable just got the verdict
her pale blue body waves in front of me
I turn my face away I don’t wanna see
A former beauty turned a depraved addict

While sophisticated ladies discuss the latest fashion from Paris
the chimney-sweep boy earns his cancer for a caprice
the honest weaver trades her virginity for a bread piece
and gluttony drags our prisoners
to the great crematorium

The city’s on a blaze, a secret cleansing plan
while a knife flashes in the dark
maybe some can escape the flame but won’t escape the blade
Phoebe won’t dance tonight
I heard she’s on a killing spree
a bloody emancipation
The puritans will blame the king

Where were you after the great fire?
I was between the abyss and the lotus flowers
Gypsy fire-eaters were called to tame the blaze

Phoebe everything you touched
Twitched and rot away
In my exile I’ve nourished an inner eye
disclosing me your sin-scattering talent

Phoebe all I remember of you is outrageous
Your remains now forsaken as plague-stricken
Everywhere you spread pride & decadence
My dearest friend I’ve lost you twice
the first time when you trashed your innocence

Twin soul prepare me a strong dose
My twin soul prepare me the strongest of your doses

recover my realm
recover my realm

Madama Insonnia

Madama Insonnia
turpe stupro delle palpebre mie
domanda inevasa, negletta, di sonno e sogni
grave e avara mi concupisci, strega!
di cigni magri matrigna, il giorno fai un ignavo di me
e all'uso visigoto di lino nero mi avvolgi
per iniziarmi al tuo amaro rito

di giorno ti fai temere e la notte detestare
ché al crepuscolo si radunano li servi tuoi
corteo macabro, per condurmi al tuo cospetto
in vincoli, suonando flauti malevoli
verso lidi di mestizia e rimpianti
e sempre, ovunque, mi trovano quei demòni

e ivi, presso letti di malattia e martirio
con sinistri alambicchi e pazienza e perizia
maestosa al capezzale mio ti disponi
amante pietosa e devota
alché operosa distilli livore da' miei lombi
e non lasci la stana finché luce dentro non piombi

ma ritorni ancora, certezza notturna tremenda
ti corichi meco per un altro raccolto
e ripeti l'opra, non fai mai ammenda
generosa di quei semi i cui frutti già ieri mi hai tolto
e così per settimane mi affami e svuoti
finché, una sera, gli otri colmi
carezzandomi la testa, per paesi non noti
mi abbandoni dicendo "ora dormi."