[Intro] [Deep tectonic drone, volcanic wind, sparse metallic percussion, distant eruptions, very slow pacing, intimate exhausted male vocals] [Verse 1] White-hot midday sun hammers down on naked basalt No tree, no shadow dares to venture here Only razor-sharp slag that bites and tears Each step a burnt offering, sweat carves glowing rivers in my skin The Sciara del Fuoco glows beneath me like freshly torn flesh I climb into your open body, Volcano Through ribs of burnt time, without skin, without mercy My pulse grows heavy, grows ancient, slowly becomes yours [Slow floor tom heartbeat, low cello drone] [Pre-Chorus] [Tense sub-bass pressure, dissonant strings, volcanic gas ambience, strained hypnotic vocals] The air stands like molten glass Breath short, heart loud — something in me wants to devour the abyss [Italian Refrain] [Primal ritual eruption, tribal drums, male chants, volcanic roar, ecstatic raw energy] Nel buio profondo… Apri il tuo cuore… Senti il mio respiro… Erutta… erutta per me! ERUTTA PER ME! STROMBOLI! [Brief eruption instrumental] [Chorus] [Massive slow-burning volcanic atmosphere, huge drums, post-rock guitar swells, deep choir drones, spacious production, emotionally overwhelmed vocals] And then I stand there, at the outermost edge of the world You tear the velvet-black night in two Three hundred meters high your red heart of magma explodes Glowing bombs trace burning arcs through eternity Falling back into you like lost sons finally home The ground vibrates, sings deep primordial thunder A rumble like a jumbo jet igniting, like doomsday in the earth’s belly Your sulfur breath bites deep into my lungs — sweet, poisonous, alive Ash falls warm on my tongue, lapilli crackle like tiny sins I stand tiny, naked, completely exposed — and for the first time truly alive [Long atmospheric aftermath, volcanic wind, fading drums] [Verse 2] [Sparse piano, distant tremolo guitars, cold night atmosphere, reverent exhausted vocals] Between the strikes red glow pulses in your open craters White-grey smoke ghosts rise into the cold, indifferent sea of stars Your heat lays on my face like a stranger’s demanding tongue Then cold wind returns, reminding me how small I am I taste burnt stone, rotten eggs, the primal breath of creation Your sudden whoosh drives straight into my chest Vibrations crawl into my bones as if you were already inside me [Subtle sacred choir harmonics] [Bridge] [Near silence, deep organ drone, volcanic ambience, fragile existential vocals] What am I against you? A spark with fear and a name Yet in your light I burn brighter than all my years combined You teach me the great indifference — and therein lies the only true comfort Everything we build, everything we mourn, everything we fear Will one day become glow, become ash, become possible again In you nothing truly dies It only returns home and becomes beginning [Slow tectonic build, rising sub-bass, choirs emerging] [Final Chorus] [Existential catharsis, ritual drums, distorted guitars, deep brass, sacred choirs, raw trembling vocals] I still stand here, at the edge of the glow You keep erupting — merciless, beautiful, without any pity Every breaking open screams: Life wants out, wants to be seen Every rumble whispers: You belong, you were never apart A human. Mortal. Trembling. Wondering. And yet for a few holy breaths I may burn with the earth itself Burn with the earth [Extended eruption instrumental] [Outro] [Low drones, ash ambience, distant eruptions, intimate exhausted vocals] I still carry your sulfur beneath my skin Your pulse in my ribs Your rain of sparks behind my eyelids Stromboli… Thank you for not sparing me Thank you for finally making me alive [End with distant eruption rumble and cold night wind]
