We fell in love, with dust in our lids. And the pain of a severed soul. We lowered our heads and lifted our face. Placed our bodies in celebration. On the lips of a mutilated man.
Under the dark I'm growing. Cut by the light that goes to nowhere. I don't want salvation. I feed my vice with simple isolation and. Observation. Nameless faces from unknown races.
Silence, my child. And bear your gifts of love. Feed me, feed me. Your drops of angel's blood. When will my body live?. When will my body begin to live?.
Let me show you all the lights. Through my eyes. Paint your soul in black and white. To disguise. Keep searching for mercy. Keep praying and hoping. I'm alone.
See the fools as they run away. Crawling the stars again. Blinding season seems OK. To leave is just another game.. . Reasons to live my time. Reasons to live.
Wearing robes of solemnity. My senses stand erect. This moment I am solitary. As you watch me, eyeless. Observe a brutal face. I need silence, I need to be alone.
Filling my head in any bar. With some good friends. No worries so far. It's incredible like some good news. It can't be real. A wish that came true. Somebody told me you're dead.
Jesus lies dying in my bed. Companions since birth.... in this stagnant dingy haunt. he never really lived.. Last night I beat him as he would not leave.
[Pit Passarell - Felipe Machado - Yves Passarell - Cassio Audi]. . Sunlight into the end and dark breed a new day. Now we'll prepare our lives to keep eager our faith.
Mother Of Cripples. . A restless shadow. Of a fiddler's elbow. Plays a tune to. Staggering feet. The burden of his songs. The looking glass scorns. At this disfigured.
[Pit Passarell - Yves Passarell]. . In the age of fights. I'm running wild. I saw the people screaming. I need the glory. This land is bloody. Just the power had given.
A child was born in silence. And winter rose to clothe itself. With a voice of one who weeps. I curse this memory. You held the hand of hope. With glory's wreath.
Take the stairs to the second floor. Look the name, it's on the door. Pull the gun in the right time. Just one shot took his life.. Hate is spreading very fast.
I shivered. in the warmth of their god. Yet this mansion. is haunted by romance. His servants heal my scars. Anointing me with oil. I am naked and silk on this eve.
Cruel reality. Wears away our will to live. . All the world will look at me. And hold his breath too hear my speech. So when I leave this world unfair.
Under a serene sky. Earth covers your gentle form. in verdant fields. Soul is reft from bodies. To my head I raise. A wreath of white flowers. And cry "Unhappiness".
Cynical describes me. But yesterday was intensity. Who's to blame, it is a shame?. Sad alone tale of a common man.. . I say to you I've tried, I've got no alibi.
Dies illa, dies irae. Dies illa, dies irae. The hour is at.... Loss and grief in chorus. chime forth their canticles. Loss and grief. Dies illa, dies irae.
[Pit Passarell - Felipe Machado - Yves Passarell - Andre Matos - Cassio Audi]. . My time is ending fastly. My pain is growing. You have to hear my prayers.