作词 : Wilma Collo 作曲 : Alessandro Armuschio In the assault of black winds We wonder what lies ahead of us The citadel of stars is slowly fading Is this our end or a passing chill? A failing fortress where demise awaits Is our riven symbol in these darkening straits And the withered tree casts a terrific stain Will we ever know if it shall bloom again? Swiftly, swiftly the glory has passed In a time that could be our last High and lofty, and yet so small Is the spire before its fall With our age of gold behind us In the uncharted space we tread As the plague rages, certainties crumble And the noon shines a sullen red A voice rings hollow in the empty hall And aimless footsteps on the stone resound We don’t know whether to cry for mercy In this arbour where thorns abound Swiftly, swiftly the glory has passed In a time that could be our last High and lofty, and yet so small Is the spire before its fall We have flourished and the wind is changing We are vanquished and our force is weak Dried up cisterns stand in idle stupor In this arbour where decayed roots streak Swiftly, swiftly the glory has passed In a time that could be our last High and lofty, and yet so small Is the spire before its fall Swiftly, swiftly the glory has passed Slowly, slowly these days will run In the shade of a darkling sun Till the sapling from the lost reign Casts new branches and blooms again编辑于2024/01/22更新