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Diurnal shall be your redemption
The last of spirits now leaves your body
We all act as if You are not there
Seeing is not believing
Possessional your communication
What gets inside us the moment we are born?
What was that descending?
From lowering skies
I am no One
The center of Universe
What got inside you?
The moment you were born
Could you see Him descending.
Descending supreme
From lowering skies
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Mother Tongue speaks to Me
In the strongest way I've ever seen
I know that she sees in Me
Her proudest child, her purest breed
She speaks to Me in colours
That I can't really understand
I only know that they are ours
And to those I'll proudly bend
For I am your only child
And you my dearest mystery
From an ancient throne I defy the world
To kneel before the Power within.
For I am your only child
And you my dearest mystery
World can't you see it?
Am I alone in my belief?
Virando costas ao Mundo
Orgulhosamente sós
Glória Antiga, volta a nós!
ALMA MATER!
Breaking waves announce my Bride
It is the only way the Sea could sing
Legends of Lusitanian pride
He sings the words I cannot spring
At the Moon Mountain six wolves cry
Your lost glory we'll regain or die
For I am her only child
And she is my dearest mystery
Pagan Gods in conspiracy
For the sword of Tyranny
Mother Tongue has spoke to thee
In the strongest way they've ever seen
World can't you see ?
I am not alone in my belief.
Virando costas ao Mundo
Orgulhosamente sós
Glória Antiga, volta a nós!
ALMA MATER!
Mother Tongue has spoke to Me
In the strongest way I've ever seen
I know that she sees in Me
Her proudest child, her purest breed
She speaks to Me in colours
I can't really understand
I only know that they are ours
and to those I'll proudly bend
For I am her only child
And she is my dearest mystery
From an ancient throne I defy the world
To kneel before the powers within.
For I am her only child
And she is my dearest tragedy
World can't you see it?
I am not alone in my belief.
Virando costas ao Mundo
Orgulhosamente sós
Glória Antiga, volta a nós!
ALMA MATER
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Vampiria, you are my destiny
My only Love and true destiny
Vampiria...
You're a beast, evil one
Above your head lays a Star
In your heart is buried the jewel
of a Serpent who wished to die
your red long tongue has her poison
And you will spread it as you breed
in the unique transylvania dream
Conceiving the creed of all creeds
Vampiria, fly Vampiria
In your eye burn, defying
All those who in silence sleep
In a city once named Desire
Dreaming with the entombed dear
The lady has fallen in a blossom
Spread far away by undesirable winds
To females conspiring in gloom
Hiding your pearls from the pigs
So open your arms!
They were shaped as wings
A serenade of revenge draw on your lips
The sombre hill you're staying in
Is now defined
And your Star had start to shine
Depart now on your bright wings
The world envy
The skies have always seduced you
Precious Queen
and you know your time has come
To fly away with Me, so far...
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The silver bullet - so earthly fast
Forever rope - so hard to find
The silver bullet - so earthly thrashed
Forever rope - symbol of Trust
The mandrake's root your restless lover
The Morning blade, first to awake
The morning shame that you can't take
The Mandrake't root. In Venenum veritas...
The silver bullet. The Southern Deathstyle
Forever Rope - forever tied
The mandrake's pill - your magic route to nowhere
The morning breaks - it's lunar still...
The Elements all moulded together
A family whose name is Death
The Elements in circle fear
Bullet. Root. Blade. and Rope
All hold so dear
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From the soul to its waste
The Common hates his evil twin
Everything invaded
In its simplicity
How did you get inside me?
Still all fascinated.
Invaded by everything
In the first morning light
The touch of death covering skies
Everything invaded
(and) All the fears inspired
How did you get inside me?
Still all celebrated
Invaded by everything
Everything so full
In the lives I have taken with Me
All our moments wasted
All is getting in
Still all violated
Divided by everything
And all the grace disturbed
All existence is false
All your dead generations!
I am a son of yours and I am coming back.
Everything invaded
In its finality
Tell me will it hurt
When you get outside of me?
Everything is breaking
Why have we ever stopped here
Everything invaded
I am a son of yours
And I am giving up
Everything invaded
Invaded by everything
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Opium,desire or will?
Inspiration bound from a elegant seed.
Subversion,through smoke i foresee,
Erotic motions of lesser gods in ecstasy.
Opium, bring me forth another dream.
Spawn worlds of flesh and wrath,
Litte jewels of atrocity.
Opium, I sleep in debauchery,
And burn with you,
when you burn in Me.
Opium, we fantasize,
as we fuse with your root,
You are a strange flower,
We are your strangest fruit.
Opium,it burns in me and you.
Opium,it burns for me and for you.
"Por isso tomo ópio.É um remédio.
Sou um convalescente do Momento.
Moro no rés do chão do Pensamento
E ver passar a vida faz-me tédio."
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She wears devilRed
she sweats the poison
-all over her
keeps me quiet
-inside her storm
she has the method
-no other knows
red as the veins,she likes to swim in
floating so gently,through this human misery
She must be a part
Of a Highest Plan
Something I canґt understand
she wears devilRed
Sheґs selling a damned soul
To whoever pays the most
Her body-the cure
for all evil and good
red as the veins
she likes to swim in
floating so gently
through this human misery
She must be a part
Of the Highest Plan
Something I canґt understand
she wears devilRed
devilred
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Men with both roots and wings
They tie us down and ask us to leave
They are teachings unheard, they are bodies on smoke
Men with both roots and wings
At a singular voice we moan
Our teachings mislead, our teachings like smoke
We sleep between the storm that was
And the storm which has to come
We've learnt to learn everywhere
And the very own nature has taught us to wait
Difference does sound like sin ,equality reliefs
And that fame rhymes with hate yet everything is fair
On the intervals of your death
Misguided demons or forthcoming heroes
Each one with an important name
Nothing else than an important name
Men with both roots and wings
At a certain time we are one
Our litlle tricks, our innocence stubborn
Men with just little wings, men with just little minds
Men with just little eyes, men with just little deeds
Sleeping between the storm that was
And the wind which fails to come (and finally)
Blow us away
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In each of your failures
I saw my victory
And each time you fall
A knife tattoos a smile
On my lips
You are now empty of life
And we are drunk with death
Raw models
Ruin & Misery
I can offer you a hand
To help you hold the dagger
A perfect jewel for
Our perfect end
And as we lay, we kissed
Fingers wet with poison
Thinking to each one
There is beauty in death
Raw models
Ruin & Misery
Allow me to doubt
We were lovers who could really share
The only love between us
Was hate
Without hope we could not fear
And silently we disappeared
Hand in hand, we took our lives
And together stopped being
Raw models on a novel of Ruin & Misery
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As madmen, some hung head down
From a long dead tree
Some discuss, all at once
For no one to hear
Variations on emptiness
Great themes on vain glory
And as some go feral in strange performances
Dressing customs that are metaphors
Of your disease
Hungry eyes are looking for Me...Mephisto
Laughing, I feed you
With meaningless games, tricks and philosophies
Whose answers you would die for
In your hunger to believe
How it does amuse Me
And makes Me wonder
For how long that it was Mine
Because now it does really inflame Me
As if ignorance was my secret desire...Mephisto
I am an angel who dresses in red
Riding above you, etching fire rings
I have learned to fly
Don't you remember?
While you still have not come down
From your long-dead tree
I can teach you wonders if you give me your soul
Marvels and wild dreams can be yours
I can teach you how iron turns to gold
And how life can grow so old
But I am a demon who dresses in red
And I do not hope you will understand...Mephisto
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Somos memórias de lobos que rasgam a pele
Lobos que foram homens
e o tornarão a ser
They awake for flesh
Choose pain as a path
Refuse a light
To blind you and me
Full Moon Madness,
We are as one and congregate
Full Moon Madness
We rise again to procreate
Somos memórias de lobos que rasgam a pele
Lobos que foram homens e o tornarão a ser
ou talvez memórias de homens.
que insistem em não rasgar a pele
Homens que procuram ser lobos
mas que jamais o tornarão a ser...
They awake for flesh
Choose pain as a path
Refuse a light
To blind you and me
Full Moon Madness,
We are as one and congregate
Full Moon Madness
We rise again to procreate to seal our fate
Irreverence was cast out from the sky
And eternity lost its sex forever
And under the same heaven they voted to emptiness
They still celebrate under a Full Moon Madness...
They awake for flesh
Choose pain as a path
Refuse a light to blind you and me
Irreverence was cast out from the sky
And eternity lost its sex forever
And under the same heaven they voted to emptiness
We still celebrate under a Full Moon Madness...
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