Soave

Soave The power of souls drives the ferry of Charon And the rapids of Acheron In my blood Close my eyes, I dream of night I dream of a vision of Hellenic might The soave Stronger than steel, more lustrous than gold The Nazarene crumbles in my hands The angels' wings I break like twigs I crushed Michael's sword to powder With Soave With Power As below, so above I Free myself from the chains of god's false love.