Foscor Groans To The Guilty Groans To The Guilty Here you have, the dreadful sound of perish Mentally tired and bored Thousand faces affront me, through corridors of hope Penitent am I but guilty their sentence Subtle wounds received, and here comes the Life Hidden eyes show the splendour Approach violent pride Dual wall enclose the scruples Dust and bones compose the mutter Nail down soul burnt and laid in books for liars Mistrust grown hard again a poor desire Fair icon’s shake the human shall dissent!!! Source of delight in the land of worms Sorrow!!! Groans to the man who deserves reward False oath!!!! The Amber Nest It seems they live trapped in a nest The cot of amber Gutless sons, behind imperfection Rabid hands, loose thrill, seems pale While dares hit fragile minds Circle of ragged specters Where sounds the thud As a premonition, world smells conviction Its stupid rules The constant gust, could shrive! The light, a perimal fear... that sicken!!! Come, get free, and touch!!! The flavors of the death affliction Leave and break at least!!! These chains are bounds which binds the reason A line, a sigh, a hill of human lies Stands up so high and far from wisdom The being just override, the hidden widow It seems they fit in the amber cot Closed, this world is amber!!! In Case The Seasons Break Holes without floor… Sounds without ground… Precious visions found, which could make me fall Again afraid again, can seasons let me break This is the moment for the else, A unique mind, instead of a sleeping sense, While creature pays, the reason hits the man Anxious eyes, these four walls will not change, Shining skies, among this world and Death, Here is the break, I miss and never ends How to use, the fix… How to live, this fear… The else behold, the else behead, Eludes all hopes the Autumn gives, Today comes and grow the most aggressive thirst In case the seasons break The human mind could see and feel the double edge Murder… How it was?? Pleasure… No remorse!! Raids To Punishment Doctrine... Convince believers Flog the piles that seems almost to shrivel The hilt of pulse bits, displeases flocks Sweaty pilgrim hint at punishment Undivided laws inflicts What flesh deserves Solitary shapeless lords With dodder walk Raids!!! To the sicken world of the coward sort Graves!!! Override the court in a human form, dodge punishment How pathetic atmosphere Since old creation Piles of bones just should them be Until answers could not sound Pleasant... painful rise Rivers... of warm red lies L'Hivern Per A Les Muses S'obren portes, es trenquen vides enllacades Senten por d'esser estimades Ombres sense, aquella negra flama d'ànsia Que vers el temps es torna gràcia El pes del fum recau en mi... Al llarg de tardes buides on les fulles xiuxiuejen El seu cos nu d'aspre sentir... És musa per la rauxa, un fred roent que el seny rebaixa I son... Buida't jove, pren la corba dolça Pren-me tendre, fruir el dolor no és massa Xiscla, gemega, la carn si és freda Mostra la resta, és l'hivern que el goig reclama Forçant l'esclat de joia És la roma de mirar-me que em gela Sencera la musa em cerca Blancs paissarges que dominen el sexe Quan s'esboça la mort La Incertesa Del Plaer Instrumental La Vetlla Per un semblant que anhela el temps del son Un risc llunyà quan ferm terpitjes, la vida Un sòl record, perduda estima Desvetlla l'alba i tanca el cor Que prou ja deixes dret al cim del dol Plors... la vetlla crida I mira ben a prop la teva mort... Llegat i enigma Refuig per por Plors... la vetlla crida I mira ben a prop la teva mort... La falsa eixida No els treu del fosc temor Roentes brides, lligam de carn i flames vives S'atança el vol, l'eterna brisa Mort!!! En vida... Mort!!! Que estrenys el pont... Dolça mort!!! Minsa espera i un moment Condemna trista i vaga, un renec mirant el cel 'Till Water Mirrors Could Not See How true can be the life?? Depending on the side The point of view let's lie, the image Double edge the mirror shows and set When falseness blend the being and suffer Bleak future seems to come, to the faceless Casual words degrade the sons, of the city Bleak reality becomes, Dead dank corner, hush!!! Disrupt!!! Injure!!! Jolt!!! Mad creatures reign... Mirrors read the void... Deserts full of gods Icons which dirty water cover Walls caught the senseless words Their blind mute eyes landscapes open Searching A Seal Of Pain (The Beauty) Craving pain seems, the song of all my life And disguise the beauty rise Reminds depths, while descends mine Hail the black one, taste her eye and tongue Looking for the pain The seal of beauty ripped on the skin Searching holders once again The cowl hides death The sense of sin brings sharpness Chains around fears to learn Shows trust and traces of where should them reside Looking for the pain The seal of beauty ripped on the skin Searching holders once again The cowl hides death Melangia Visc per ser oblidat, veig un munt de dies que no expliquen tot plegat Resto a a un clot apart, s’atançen hores i vetllades del demà Risc de caure en la cloenda de la vida melangia o anyorança del passat Prest escric pàgines buides d’altre banda és la solemna soledat Com mai... enmig... com mai!!! Reptes... del cruel destí!! Rostre... de trist sentir!!! Podria dir el teu nom, i viure No és por, sols un somriure Però és fosc, enigma i vida... Jou, coll que abraces Ets feixuc i caus profund com... Sons, hores mortes, sense parla Penso nit i dia com burlar la melangia, em sento sol