Before Adam and Eve

There was once a Paradise
Before Adam and Eve
To be conscious of the self
The terrible paths man goes to find himself
Discovery of fire to the power of atom
How many tears and blood were shed in the process
And the countless souls heaven and hell have stolen
Man is the only true sin
Because before Adam and Eve
There was once a Paradise

Now, let me cry for these lost souls
Let me cry until the end of times

Magnetismo Animal

Súbito ardor me morde

Entranhado na carne
(Essa de desejos ímpios
Que condenam alma a asilo de fogo)
Capricho que não pode ser negado
Nem tampouco satisfeito
Carne entre os dentes
Com mesmo Fulgor. E Fúria. E Fome
Escravizado coração mal carrega insaciável ânsia
De ver presa domada sem esperança
Absolvição, essa desespera em traqueia cobiçante
Submissos olhares quase suplicantes
Cambaleiam de cabeça baixa para a boca do lobo
Arrastados por medonha tentação
Atrevem-se apenas a soltar subtis fragrâncias
Despertam sede que se quer saciada

Just another day

Dogs' barks echo from afar
Transmuting my chimeras into something more vivid
"I'm awake! I'm awake!"
I tell no one because no one is there to tell
The sky is silver, exhaling innocuous Adam's ale
Apart from the demon-speed drivers
Tesla towers remain unshakeable
Soaked in Zeus' volatility, disappearing in the distance
My entrails demand a morning sacrifice
I shall go now!
Devour the unborn I will!

The Plague of War

War strips men of all meaning
Taints fields and souls
For hell have never been so blessed

"These humans... Who named them?"

Who said the gods know no laugh, mockery and irony?

Myriad of philistine feet march relentlessly

And kilometers of the Earth trembles and cower in fear

For they have already vanquished the fallen sun

And another horizon sheds fire and blood

Villages nearby can only witness the prelude

As the night befalls voraciously on them

Whisper in despair, they call-out 

Far distant and deaf gods

Acquainted already to their silent answers

All they can rely on is 

Megalomaniac, egotistical, fragile men

"Where do our heroes lie?
I can see them from here!
Their heads are held high
Adorning enemy spears"

Eyes wide open

Dry and dead as they can be

But their spirits will witness the horrors

That they failed to prevent

And they will come back

Haunt on any survivor too weak to die

Mountains inhabitated by wolves and bears

Are just about choosing a kinder type of death

Soon to be silenced voices
Let out a last prophecy

"They will soon be here

Clemency and compassion
Do not travel with them"

After Dark

Long for looming night
Scarce drops of light still linger
Ruins of a sunk sun
Pour dim fumes
Slender, sleek serpents
Dazzle hazy mazes
Slowly entangle all things
In the middle of them I am comforted
Night embraces me
A coat of silence
Over my heavy shoulders
Fill my lungs with a cold warmth

And here I wait for you
In the forest of darkness
Wounded for sexual bounds
Craving for passionate carvings
You heed to my whispers
Bathed in sacred moonlight
Only your silhouette is granted
But you resonate Stygian Grace
Wearing storms and thunders
You can only promise shivers and shudders
Pleas of pleasure and pain from your lover