[The Eddy Antonini e Roberto Potenti] [Testi: Giovanni De
Once upon a time in a distant, valley there was a village in which people lived in and friendship together. No one had to complain anything. Men their women, and children were grown with the sweetest loving cares. One day, a man came on the town. He was a friar. And really, a kind of one. He didn't talk to anyone, he reached the town square, where he all the people, telling he had something to say. "Listen to me! This looks like Heaven, but, believe me, the angels will be turned into demons. I'm warning you! care of your children, take care them far from this valley they grow. this Heaven will become Hell!" People didn't the prophecy, they just thought the friar must be crazy, and didn't listen any further, while he kept on there was a curse hanging over their and that they should mind children. Across that night, all the vanished. No traces be found. No clues. No children. They accused the friar, and him to the shaman, where he explained the curse had real and told them what to do. gnomes could bring the children back. So had to create their 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. he found the gnomes, and told them they had to come out and find the children. Gnomes the vanished children's dreams and finally found them and brought back from an evil nightmare created by a witch who to Hell, won by dreams. Since that day children have the most precious thing of the valley, and gnomes always on guarding over their dreams.
[The [Musica: Antonini e Roberto Potenti] [Testi: Antonini]
Thunders, the sound of thunder can me back again. Lightnings, the of lightning can our soul insane. Music, the spirit of 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. on the line made of tears 'cause be black and white. be afraid, child... just me one more 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 fade away. Monsters, fight the monsters before it be too late.
Come in this temple of I'm trying to your life. on the line made of tears 'cause I'll be and white. be afraid, child... just me one more time.
The Crypt of Montmartre is fading the secret of Christ die with our pray the poisoned tears will run my veins please from the dark the Crypt of Montmartre.
The Crypt of Montmartre will with our pray and the time will sign the end of your the legend of will possess your heart bring 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 going to this way.
The Crypt of Montmartre is fading the secret of Christ will die our pray the poisoned will run through my veins please save from the dark the of Montmartre.
The Crypt of Montmartre will burn our pray and the time will sign the end of days the legend of Devil will possess heart please bring out the Princess the Crypt of Montmartre.
The of Montmartre is fading away come and the Princess and the human race please the traces, escape from the dark. can survive in the Crypt of Montmartre.