| Song | Angelic Visions |
| Artist | Inner Shrine |
| Album | Fallen Beauty |
| 作曲 : Liotti, Moretti | |
| Mother, I'm lying in the dust... | |
| I've forgotten what | |
| I am I don't know what | |
| I'll be The day you gave me the first dawn, has been for you the last dusk | |
| Along impassable paths | |
| I've roamed and now | |
| I sense the end | |
| A never grown child comes back to you | |
| A soul too tired because of living, too tired to flee away another time ...to search a new way without you | |
| Desolated, alone...in the shadows of loneliness he stares | |
| Only the weight of an immense void in his heart as he looks the seraphic gaze of the angel | |
| Every step is a bitter tear, every trampled leaf a torn in his palm | |
| Fallen in the mud he lays crying...a handful of dead leaves in his hand ...lurking to reach the statue...to touch his lost love only once more... | |
| Only the weight of an immense void of handful of dead leaves in his hand | |
| Slowly my body embraces the feet of this statue so cold in a november day | |
| My flesh and my spirit finally chilled | |
| Now I face the end... | |
| I'm part of you... | |
| I'm lost with you in an eternal embrace | |
| The final shine of this light eternal...the spiritual union at the end | |
| Welcome my sweet child...don't cry my son, because you have suffered too much...don't cry... your mother forever with you shall be |
| zuò qǔ : Liotti, Moretti | |
| Mother, I' m lying in the dust... | |
| I' ve forgotten what | |
| I am I don' t know what | |
| I' ll be The day you gave me the first dawn, has been for you the last dusk | |
| Along impassable paths | |
| I' ve roamed and now | |
| I sense the end | |
| A never grown child comes back to you | |
| A soul too tired because of living, too tired to flee away another time ... to search a new way without you | |
| Desolated, alone... in the shadows of loneliness he stares | |
| Only the weight of an immense void in his heart as he looks the seraphic gaze of the angel | |
| Every step is a bitter tear, every trampled leaf a torn in his palm | |
| Fallen in the mud he lays crying... a handful of dead leaves in his hand ... lurking to reach the statue... to touch his lost love only once more... | |
| Only the weight of an immense void of handful of dead leaves in his hand | |
| Slowly my body embraces the feet of this statue so cold in a november day | |
| My flesh and my spirit finally chilled | |
| Now I face the end... | |
| I' m part of you... | |
| I' m lost with you in an eternal embrace | |
| The final shine of this light eternal... the spiritual union at the end | |
| Welcome my sweet child... don' t cry my son, because you have suffered too much... don' t cry... your mother forever with you shall be |