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The Slanderer
My mind screams with a monster voice,
A dark phantom hidden under the mask.
My eyes burnt in flames scream tooIt drills holes in a "pure" heart,
Bites with a sin, plies with madness.
I felt......
A purple lust on the bottom of my mind
Hands in the chains of time
And fire.....
Twined at his foot
Like snakes around meWelcome my sin, the thorn of my heart
The forge of my slip-ups, the tyrant of your (own) pride
I pray no gods any longer
I conceal the secrets of cold propheciesI'm wrapping myself by his sweet compliment
In dumb hands the fervour of power has flashed
And dance.......
In the eyes of cursed flames
On the rings of eternal might
And scream.......
Treading on a bitter intention of lies
Is contempt to the glassed heroesWelcome crafty demon, the slanderer of all truths
Back
I'm stroking your blasphemous dance like a sand -
I'm Waiting for Wind
Blunt natural instincts
Desecrated image of a human (being)
A pious patter of the crusades
had trampled ancient temples and cultures
Christianity beyond all
Their cut lame priests
Selection in the name of morbid religion
Duplicitous creators of society
With a cross on their breasts and a sword at their side
Your god is an antagonist!!!!Prayers have fallen silent in my walls
patience of lust is stroking my hair
I overcome my fear and perceive the truth
Dignity and morality are the glance dimension
I close my heart from liars
My consciousness is on the insanity scalesLost in the night paths
I look at time with an every-thing
I'm cursing my naivety
I'm waiting for windI'm moving slowly like darkness
I'm devouring precisely my weakness
My mind is like a clay, I'm sculpting my face
I'm waiting for windOnly blood is (a system of) justice here
And only patience leads to the truth
And you, human, call yourself salvationIt's so sweet to cry in dream
Everlasting laws are forgotten
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Implacable god is silent
Lakes of tears and suffering shed in the name of his
Slaves of sin wither
The old and the ailing do penance in the streets
Worshippers of the spiritual power
Dust conceals a common sense
Get up and awake your life
It's time to define yourself
It's time to rise over a humility -
Dies Irae (Day of Wrath)
Heads wrapped up by the crowns of thorns
Decorated on the crosses of glory
Are raising heavy eyelids awaiting for a judgementWorld's burning in the divine war
Crowds are strutting with a bloody wave
A burden of sin is crumpling the minds
Hearts burnt by the eternal wound
Cursed babies accept their suffering
in desperate screams
Another young generation drink the tart bloodBefore me a precipice born of guilty
Rebels foaming at the mouth are making a choice
Blinded by freedom they're committing suicide
In incapacity and unawareness I perish, perish, perishReborn in dual reference
I'm dancing on the ancestors' funerals
Disgraced I'm cursing the cross once againBig time of anger has come
At hour-zero I'm flattering the fallen
I'm ashamed of myself for having been Jesus' childNow with a knife over his body
I'm doing an autopsy and affirm:
He was ordinary sick foolHe rotted, rotted, rotted, rotted.............
Back -
To Burn at Dawn
And silence when cry of birds is falling silent at dusk
And silence when sound of life dies for a whileI'm coming with the depth of you
I'm freeing your fear when you desire
I'm turning boredom into aspirationCome with me, I'll feed you with the word
Come with me, forget about hypocrisyRaging fire is burning my brain
I'm waking my hatred, I'm raping a dreamy taste
I'm beheading traitors drinking the god's grace
They're spitting in his face while prayingAnd silence when a dawn tears my eyelids
And silence when inculcating oaths rape mePulled by a hungry penance
I feel bitterness and furious pain
My inspiration is strangling the feeling of contemptI'm following the path of the dead clowns
Back
Charred naked philosophies are shuddering
I've found the key in dungeons full of screams
I'm stopping the time with the hurricane of swords