City of Dite
Davide Deambrogi
High towers, red fire
Like steel burn inside
Two flames talk to us
More fear, less steps
Don't worry! I speak!
Look! here they come
Demons from the walls
(They) don't let us pass
They challenge us,
(They) hide themself and close the door
But someone comes
From the sky
Archangel, Michael
A messenger divine
But through the greasy air
Michael comes
Archangel from the sky
A messenger divine
Aletto, the incessant sense of guilt
Megera, the hate and the violence
Tisifone, the relentless revenge
With the Gorgon
They look us
Where is he going?
He is Alive
Walk through the kingdom of dead
Now you'll become stone
Medusa comes
But someone comes
From the sky
Archangel, Michael
A messenger divine
But through the greasy air
Michael comes
Archangel from the sky
A messenger divine