EPIKA - Chapter VII:

Now we are in 2019 and \"MYSTICA\" does not sell as much as \"EPICA\" considered too spiritual, personal and dark by critics and fans and Michael, severing the contract with Johannes Faust and squandering all his earnings on charity work, falls into disgrace and Having become poor, he returns to London and finds himself wandering like a homeless person and decides to become a street artist, living day by day, returning to his old love for Music and Poetry: he plays the guitar, sings and asks passers-by for alms by reciting verses. by Dante and William Blake. He has renounced every ephemeral success and every lust and vanity and has found his inner Jesus Christ and in Westminster Abbey, on a night of pouring rain between thunder and lightning, Ariel appears to him who, as an Immortal, has crossed the centuries and lives like a Vampire hidden from society and in the shadow always under the protective wing of the Silver Star and Mephisto who also has his Soul locked in an alchemical alembic, but confesses to him that he is tired of living and only wants to die and see Helena again in the afterlife if this exists. Ariel confesses to him that she has been looking for him for centuries driven by a mysterious and strange call towards a Consecrated and Sacred Land for other Immortals like him and which is precisely London.

SOUL SOCIETY

(New Lyrics and Vocal Melodies by Antonio Giorgio)

(Michael):

“Considerate la vostra Semenza/ Fatti non foste a viver come Bruti ma per seguire Virtute e Canoscenza”

(*From “The Divine Comedy” of Dante Alighieri)

(Ariel):

If my soul could revive

From my carnal remains

What does it matter to me

If it all fades to black

If I'm born once again

Then no one really is free

How could I be condemned

For the things that I've done

If my intentions were good

I guess I'll never know

Some things under the sun

Can never be understood

How can we believe in heaven

Human reason counters all

Ideas of a soul society

My life is just a fragment

Of the universe and all

There must be more than I can see

In the dark we're the same

In the concept of time

We're like a grain in the sand

And we strive for the flame

As if death was our aim

Cause we cannot understand

How I wish there was heaven

All for one and one for all

A flawless soul society

Our lives are just a fragment

Of the universe and all

There may be more than we can see

(Michael):

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand/ and a Heaven in a Wild Flower/Hold Infinity in the Palm of your Hand/and Eternity in an Hour”

(*Verses of William Blake)

Se un giorno rinascerò, io di nuovo sarò

Perso e Dannato perché

Redenzione non c’è all’Inferno che io

Vedo riflesso in me

Ma voglio credere nell’Eden

Il Mondo della Libertà

L’Anima della Realtà

Un Sogno dentro un Sogno

L’Universo dentro di Noi

Il Dio della Società, della Società!