[The [Musica: Eddy e Roberto Potenti] [Testi: Giovanni De
Once a time in a distant, peaceful valley there was a village in which people lived in love and together. No one had to complain anything. Men loved their women, and children were with the sweetest loving cares. One day, a foreign man on the town. He was a friar. And really, a kind of one. He didn't talk to anyone, till he the town square, where he called all the people, telling he had to say. "Listen to me! This valley looks like Heaven, but, me, soon the angels will be turned demons. I'm warning you! care of your children, care them far from this valley until they grow. Otherwise this will become Hell!" People didn't believe the prophecy, they just thought the must be crazy, and didn't listen any further, he kept on repeating there was a curse hanging their heads and that they mind their children. Across night, all the children vanished. No traces be found. No clues. No children. They the friar, and took him to the shaman, where he the curse had become real and told them what to do. Only could bring the children back. So they had to create gnomes. The only way to do that was to catch a dream. People brought the few children to the wood, where the friar put to sleep and entered their dreams. There he found the gnomes, and them they had to come out and find the children. followed the vanished children's dreams and finally found them and them back from an evil nightmare by a witch who burnt to Hell, won by dreams. Since that day have been the most precious thing of the valley, and gnomes always kept on guarding their dreams.
crypt] [Musica: Eddy e Roberto Potenti] [Testi: Antonini]
Thunders, the great sound of can bring me again. Lightnings, the colours of can our soul insane. Music, the of music come from a of world. Mystery, we are caught by the until the day is born.
in this temple of fear I'm trying to save life. Walk on the line made of 'cause be black and white. be afraid, child... just give me one time.
Fire, the warm of the burn the memories. Stormwind, we are in the stormwind they are on their knees. Spirits, that shine in their quickly away. Monsters, against the monsters before it be too late.
Come in temple of fear I'm trying to your life. on the line made of tears 'cause be black and white. be afraid, child... just give me one time.
The Crypt of Montmartre is fading the secret of Christ will die our pray the tears will run through my veins please from the dark the Crypt of Montmartre.
The Crypt of Montmartre will burn our pray and the will sign the end of your days the legend of Devil will your heart please out the Princess from the Crypt of Montmartre.
I'm to save us time has but we seem to find the way. No one can us has come we are really to find this way.
The of Montmartre is fading away the secret of Christ will die with our the poisoned tears will run my veins please save from the dark the of Montmartre.
The Crypt of Montmartre will with our pray and the will sign the end of your days the legend of Devil will your heart please out the Princess from the Crypt of Montmartre.
The Crypt of is fading away come and save the Princess and the human please follow the traces, from the dark. Mankind can survive in the of Montmartre.