Opium, desire or will?Inspiration bound from an elegant seedSubversion, through smoke I foreseeErotic motions of lesser gods in ecstasyOpium, bring me forth another dreamSpawn worlds of flesh and red,little jewels of atrocityOpium, I sleep in debaucheryAnd burn with youwhen you burn in Me Opium, we fantasizeas we fuse with your rootYou are a strange flower,we are your strangest fruitOpium, it burns in me and youOpium, it burns for me and for you "Por isso eu tomo spio. I um remidio.Sou um convalescente do Momento.Moro no ris do chco do PensamentoE ver passar a vida faz-me tidio."
("Therefore I take opium. It is a medicine.
I am a convalescent of the Moment.
I live in the groundfloor of Thought.
and seeing life goes by grows me tedious")
Awake... for all is dying, even the deadWe are our Past failing to come backAll of us visionarieswith a rope around our neck
Your honey on coil burns,As tears drop from your grand dead wombUndesired, I fell into your beingReleasing shapes inside of youOnly seen in your wildest dreamsI am the impossibilityof your long-kept chastityI am your offence and you can't waitTo have me inside of you and taste... Eternity Revolving around me,in desire, you burnAs blood dropsfrom your new-awakened wombUndesired, and thrown away from your beliefI am the one whom youwere taught to renounceIn your virginal fearThe sweat, the hands, the sleepless nightsAnd the violence of the silent sighsAll of them gather in meTake my hand and taste eternity
Take my hand and find a new god
In each of your failuresI saw my victoryAnd each time you fallA knife tattoos a smileOn my lipsYou are now empty of lifeAnd we are drunk with death Raw modelsRuin & Misery I can offer you a handTo help you hold the daggerA perfect jewel forOur perfect end And as we lay, we kissedFingers wet with poisonThinking to each oneThere is beauty in death Raw modelsRuin & Misery Allow me to doubtWe were lovers who could really shareThe only love between usWas hate Without hope we could not fearAnd silently we disappearedHand in hand, we took our livesAnd together stopped beingRaw models on a novel of Ruin & Misery
Forever young in a ground so coldThe splendor of your death still fresh to behold In your neck an open woundTo spawn life into your LoveAnd to feed the creatures of our world We have tasted from the poisoned gift of loveWhich condemned us to forever fly alone We have experienced an aged potionThe wine of life which stole us lightMay we gather again and be as oneAnd to forever relish in the twin joys As we taste from the poisoned gift of love Forever young in a ground so coldThe splendour of your dance still there to behold Our legend is a sin in tonguesTo eternal sleep, to trance we belongWe are now but an empty glancePalid is your state of graceTo eternal sleep we belongFeeling the rapture of the worldBeneath the violence of this curseFrom the poisoned gift of love Once I asked you to flyTonight I recreate the vow:Do not fail to love Me as I have failed to dieWith you...
Perverse: the religion of painIn each detail a world,I know you hide something...
I remember her as a child Raven...on and on with her raven clawsCarving...on and on with her raven claws How she lusts when she remembersThe night of her first blowShe always wanted to knowHow far could she really go Inflamed, a dead-end roomSeduce to consumeNightsilence...Vampire...EmpireStatues with open wounds The flavour of poison and moonStill maturing on her bloodShe is not your occasional affair, no!But eternal love, drop by drop... Raven...on and on with her raven clawsCarving...on and on with her raven claws How daylight hurts when moonlight bitesShe juggles with her invisible knifeA black bird senses danger and fliesGives peace to a tall figure in the dark Little silhouette snakes finda warm nest behind the doorAnd whip-tongues and skinsof sisters now gone. Bodyprints cover the velvet floorWhich grows red and redThey know she will hunt and hurt tonightAnd they crown her Queen of the Dead.Raven...on and on with her raven clawsRaping...on and on with her raven claws Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
As madmen, some hung head downFrom a long dead treeSome discuss, all at onceFor no one to hear Variations on emptinessGreat themes on vain glory And as some go feral in strange performancesDressing customs that are metaphorsOf your diseaseHungry eyes are looking for Me...Mephisto Laughing, I feed youWith meaningless games, tricks and philosophiesWhose answers you would die forIn your hunger to believe How it does amuse MeAnd makes Me wonderFor how long that it was MineBecause now it does really inflame Me As if ignorance was my secret desire...Mephisto I am an angel who dresses in redRiding above you, etching fire ringsI have learned to flyDon't you remember?While you still have not come downFrom your long-dead tree I can teach you wonders if you give me your soulMarvels and wild dreams can be yoursI can teach you how iron turns to goldAnd how life can grow so old But I am a demon who dresses in red
And I do not hope you will understand...Mephisto
Look Me in the eyes and drown... "Everyone considered the man in the blue jacketas the most beautiful human being they have ever seen:nuns saw on him the Messiah in flesh;Satan's adorers the lustrous Prince of Darkness;philosophers the Supreme Being;young females an enchanted prince;Men an ideal reflection of themselves."Patrick S|skind: The Perfume ("Story Of An Assassin") Look Me in the eyes and drown... I am your vulture, your immoral sculptureMirrorman, who understandsI am you, I know youYour fantasy and realityI wait for you to welcome you in my dreamworldMy water-eyes Look Me in the eyes
Touch me in the eyes and dream...
Somos memsrias de lobos que rasgam a peleLobos que foram homense o tornarco a ser They awake for fleshChoose pain as a pathRefuse a lightTo blind you and me Full Moon Madness,We are as one and congregateFull Moon MadnessWe rise again to procreate Somos memorias de lobos que rasgam a peleLobos que foram homens e o tornarco a serou talvez memsrias de homens.que insistem em nco rasgar a peleHomens que procuram ser lobosmas que jamais o tornarco a ser... They awake for fleshChoose pain as a pathRefuse a lightTo blind you and me Full Moon Madness,We are as one and congregateFull Moon MadnessWe rise again to procreate to seal our fate Irreverence was cast out from the skyAnd eternity lost its sex foreverAnd under the same heaven they voted to emptinessThey still celebrate under a Full Moon Madness... They awake for fleshChoose pain as a pathRefuse a light to blind you and me Irreverence was cast out from the skyAnd eternity lost its sex foreverAnd under the same heaven they voted to emptinessWe still celebrate under a Full Moon Madness...
1st Portuguese verse:
We are wolf memories
that tear the skin apart
Wolves that once were men
And shall be them again
2nd Portuguese verse:
We are wolf memories
that tear the skin apart
Wolves that once were men
And shall be them again
or perhaps memories of men
who insist of not tearing the skin apart
Men that are looking for to be wolves
but that shall never be them again..