Lands of tears

(1998, produit par Stéphane Buriez)

 

CANDLES OF ILLUSIONS

Right now !

Nailed down, on your prayer stool
As when you will be dead.
Nailed down,
in your burial place dead end
Of your faithful prayers.
Burn those who lead your mind,
Don't be slave of beliefs,
Blow out te candles of illusions,
Don't make a mess of life.
I'm ending forward,
to the altar of shame
As you ever hope
in this land of tears.
Reconsider your faithful prayers.

SUFFOCATE

When I opened my eyes, all was black and silent, The air was cold and moist, I felt unconfortable...

I felt hot when I lost my wind locked up like in womb no way out for me now I know I suffocate!

Suffocate in cold sweat

My hand, My hands can feel the walls my legs can't move

But my hands can feel the wood...

Suffocate in cold sweet.

I broke my nails when I tried to scrape the board

And my blood tricled on my face... I suffocate 

PARADOXICAL LOVE

The feeling of hatred i feel about the one i love,
This feeling of hatred which is hurting me,
This feeling i like only you arouse it in me,
Thanks for what i feel for you...Paradoxical love!
Thanks for hurting me,
Thanks to making me survive.
My skull's fracturing above you,
It spurs waves of love in which i was drown,
I open my spirit's doors.
You met me when i was wrong,
I'm sorry for my wrong-doings,
I lost you because of my errors of youth,
You shown me the way, you were my marine light.

LOSER

I'm leaving in defeat, Infinite failure, My runs of misfortunes, Are my fears.

I'm a loser, Fucking fate !

I am a loser, I kiss your concrete

I'm a loser, On which your walking.

Strain me to be stone

Strain me to be alone

Eu quero as chave da cova, vou fazer a massacra.