April 27

13 Children’s Tongues

Have you seen the night my friend?
Have you seen the work of the witch?
With thirteen children’s tongues placed
Under your sit

Do you think you’re free my friend?
After everything she did?
Cut thirteen children’s tongues to
Throw you to the pit

Those thirteen children’s tongues were not
Meant to be cut flesh
And proper witches’ work is not
The work of the butcher
But there are those who left the way
The path of the light
And we have to fight them, you know
For the sake of life

Do you trust the Moon, my friend?
At least when it’s full?
The thirteen children’s tongues made
So strong your fate

And are you ancient my friend?
As old as I am?
Bite thirteen children’s tongues and
Dance with Amunet

Those thirteen children’s tongues were not
Meant to be cut flesh
And proper witches’ work is not
The work of the butcher
But there are those who left the way
The path of the light
And we have to fight them, you know
For the sake of life

Those thirteen children’s tongues will not
Trap you my friend
Together we’re so strong
She will regret

Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Fight for the light
Fight the enemy out of sight
With the Goddess on our mind
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Fight for the light
Fight the enemy out of sight
With the goddess by our side
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
With the Goddess on our mind
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
With the Goddess by our side
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!

From the album At the Magic Door, by Strega.
Lyrics by Delia Morrigan.
Music by Petri Lahti-Nuuttila and Delia Morrigan.

Cover illustration by Delia Morrigan.

April 27

Mazzarò

Have you heard of Mazzarò?
Diamond-head who after all
Thing by thing bought his whole world
But I’m gonna tell you more
Come closer and guess what?
Now it’s the whole world
Who wants you like Mazzarò

So your only craft
Must be to get more stuff
Till the day you’ll die
It will be too late to hide

Need more and more

Have you heard of Mazzarò?
Diamond-head who after all
Thing by thing bought his whole world

But who wants to hear more?
We’re doomed to do work
For money, we’re all whores
Otherwise our hunger grows
As our only craft
Becomes mere survival
Till we’ll realise
Money’s nothing when you die

Need more and more

Have you heard of Mazzarò?
Diamond-head who after all
Thing by thing bought his whole world
He could not

Have you heard of Mazzarò?
Diamond-head who after all
Thing by thing bought his whole world
Have you heard of Mazzarò?
Diamond-head who after all
Carry his stuff to the grave
Well, he could not

From the album At the Magic Door, by Strega.
Lyrics by Delia Morrigan.
Music by Petri Lahti-Nuuttila and Delia Morrigan.

Cover illustration by Delia Morrigan.

April 27

His Infernal Majesty

And I
I came for the ride
Held into sunshine
Looking for his pride

And I
I came for the light
But I have been drowning
Into my pride

I
Came
For
Him
The day of the funeral
I was by his side
The day of the funeral
I did watch him die

And I
I looked at him crying
Through the very end
He chose for himself

And I
I stepped to that side
So cold and divine
Holding his hand

I
Came
For
Him
The day of the funeral
I was by his side
The day of the funeral
I did watch him die
And through a kiss
My tears and some bliss
As painful as a fist
To the eye of the storm
End of the story
And all the glory

I
Came
For
Him
His Infernal Majesty

The king lays his crown
There will be no dawn
Wounds wide open

And I
I Had to say goodbye
To the king and his light
Which had been my pride

And he
Had my sympathy
‘Cause all love must die
The same goes for pride

I
Came
For
Him
The day of the funeral
I was by his side
The day of the funeral
I did watch him die

End of the story

From the album At the Magic Door, by Strega.
Lyrics by Delia Morrigan.
Music by Petri Lahti-Nuuttila and Delia Morrigan.

Cover illustration by Delia Morrigan.

April 27

Mother of Light

There’s something you know
Far from being above
And it shines within us
Makes us wonder who we are
Makes us shiver in front of a fire

The secrets we gave up
Like dreaming of a star
So bright and clear but still so distand from our touch

And you will die
To be born again
And you will shine
Regardless of your faith
No need to cry
Nor to deny
We all shall shine
In the hands of the Mother of Light

As she watches ad comes close
We shall not fear the one cross
Which has a rose as a throne
Which wants to keep us apart
From knowledge: our star
So bright and clear but still so distand from our touch

And you will die
To be born again
And you will shine
Regardless of your faith
No need to cry
Nor to deny
We all shall shine
In the hands of the Mother of Light

From the EP Aradia, by Strega.
Lyrics by Delia Morrigan.
Music by Petri Lahti-Nuuttila and Delia Morrigan.

Cover illustration by Valentina Ferraro and Michele Spanò.