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She brought the Night hidden in her sad Wolf eyes
The perfume of a twilight, her strongest scent
Half Wolf, Half female - what a strange wedding
Mother Nature has offered us to see...
Her mask lays lost in a fatal dawn
Closed were the eyes of the Sun. He sleeps.
And in the name of Her Father.
She will kill. My child kills.
You nightly birth. A requiem God can't forget.
For your life is just a celebration of his death
Without his thorns in her heart. She wears a shadow as face.
A werewolf masquerade. In her eyes the wolfshade.
She brought the Night and by the night was brought
We are but children of the powers she had set free
Strange are the ways of the wolfhearted...
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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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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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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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I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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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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Crawl me into your second skin
and teach me everything
(Second skin)
Through your eyes a voyeur
Through your veils of a visionaire
talk to me about those things
no other soul would care.
(Second skin)
Outcast all the colours that I still have
Camouflage me so I can fall and stand
somewhere between an underrated angel
and all those citizens marked with X-sex.
(Second skin)
Tissue apart and right to the heart
teach me the wonders of your moral blade
so I can stand still when you have to kill
all that was yours before and now has to fade away
Draw me the fine line between religion and crime
You are one more son of a God you can never be wrong
but aren't we all?
As we sit and wait
for the serpent to bite our very own tale
(As I sit and wait
for the serpent to bite my very own tale)
(Second skin)
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Have you ever loved a woman
who should be that little intruder
in the one that you should be
Share the snake with us,
swallow the snake for us...
Have you ever loved a woman
who instead of give or take
would seduce you with a trade
Share the snake with us,
swallow the snake for us...
You have learnt heaven through impure lips
so different from what you have been told
so different from what you have seen
and now that you learnt you will have to release
the tender arms of a woman
which would have strangled you to let you live
you will have to elect the fainting arms of this cross
which are just killing you to let you live...
Share the snake with us,
follow the snake with us...
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Iґm only real -
at Places I cannot be
My right Hand rebels
and chops off the Left
(The) hairy Ape walks into Stage
He tries to stay erect
The One who never slept
in Order to be perfected
The Arrogance of their Hands
The joy of the Regret
Soulsick
Good at things I never did
Soulsick - but skin deep
Tense, frantic - but relieved
Soulsick - but skin deep
Tense, frantic - but believed
Iґm only real - at Places I cannot be
Dead liquid vigilant
Implanted into my Sleep
The One who never slept
The One, who stays erect
The One who is profound
The One - I do reject
Soulsick, but Skin deep
Tense, frantic - but relieved
Soulsick, but skin deep
Tense, frantic - but believed
Soulsick
Good at things I never did
Iґm only real at Places I cannot be
Soulsick - but skin deep
Iґm not real, just believed in
Soulsick, but Skin deep
Not real - just believe it
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Whatever hounts me from birth on
Is licking white blood again
It is sickering in my heart
While I divide yours in two
Lustmord
I will never stop to hurt you
Lustmord
I will never stop to love you
I will never stop to hurt you
Now that I have you with me
So close together in one body
I feel so save but what about you
The soft sweet wound of normalcy
is sweating white blood again
I am fingering every inch of it
Grateful for who I am
Youґre my interruption
My crossroad of just one way
my object without a function
but still mine anyway
Unpredictable
When I kiss it burns
Irresistable
As a crowd of only one
I am so addicted and you are so down
You are nailed forever to my sense of lust
Lustmord
I will never stop to hurt you
Lustmord
I will never stop to love you
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Help me fall from grace
Need you to be incomplete
I am the impostor at your feet
Is it your first time
Or have you been tempted before
Downward into the pulsing life
Laying below
Try firewalking inside of me
when everything falls apart
Try firewalking inside of me
When everything falls apart
Wonґt you fall from grace
I am at a wingbeat
from my retreat
Is it your first time or have you been tempted before
Downward the pulsing secret
Laying below
Try firewalking inside of me
when everything falls apart
Try firewalking inside of me
when everything else falls apart
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High heels of crystal
stuck in the heart
daylight that heals
the fullmoon scars
Spider strategy
and the wish to be
at one with me
throughout the fright
It is so real
So full of light
(when)Nocturna steals the night
Sister of cain
all our breed slain
the youthful oath
remains the same
le mal de vivre
that never ends
but the hunt (for you) goes on
throughout the night
It is so real
So full of light
(when) Nocturna steals the night
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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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Snowbird, ablaze and hurt
Brighter, fearless, just like a runaway
Princess never-a-smile
Oh, Child! What makes you try?
Crying and sobbing
You greet the other day
She who never touches the ground
Spreading an eclipse
Where never the sun shines
At her feet
Frostbite. Astray. Will. Faith.
Haunting. hunting, she rules the game
Twin soul you are always a strange
Nothing ever makes you afraid?
Promising, threatening
She looks the other way
She who never touches ground
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the world has turned once more inside
brought up a message from our dead:
the ones you love the most
are the ones you hurt as deep
the world has turned once more inside
anchored into captivity
the ones you wanted the most
the ones you buried under sea
exit wounds, waterdrums, dream the eternal return
tree of life rotting inside, autumn leaves, winter white
a light at the end of the world
whole world a ghost shading inside
true love waits for the bless of death
the doubt that sets me free
not to remember anything
stillborn, bloodlet, die in our feet like the trees
earthsong, neverland, let the blood have its way
a light at the end of the world
was it for this we sold our souls?
was it for this we missed our chance of leaving?
(for) a lie at the end of the world
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Bleed no reflection
Upon the waters that you fear
Make things happen
Accept no resignation
For some life has been cruel
You have set the mood
Thinking about you... Luna..Luna..Luna
Lay the serpent's egg
In this world of make believe
And make things real
My seed of a lunacy
Was a sign made to resist
A mood set from birth
Thinking about you... Luna..Luna..Luna
Show me your moon burns
Take me as the moon burns
The freezing moon
Making things real for me
The killing Moon
Making things happen for me
Luna..Luna..Luna
Luna - all above
Wound of light in the enemy skies
Make things happen for me
On the eve of self destruction
On the eve of all can be...Thinking about you
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