Look Me in the eyes and drown... "Everyone considered the man in the blue jacket as the most beautiful being they have ever seen: nuns saw on him the
You've no mother to feed you or to lick your so deep wounds Nor earth where to lay your timid crown You've suffered by your father and even the moon lies
Men with both roots and wings they tie us down and ask us to leave they are teachings unheard, they are bodies on smoke Men with both roots and wings
You've no mother to feed you or to lick your so deep wounds nor Earth where to lay your father and even the Moon lies to you When she shines The seduction
Ours the rotten heart Passing our mask of death on to our sons We have become so deeply sad Consigned to pain Serpent among sisters In the wake of the
To Live is to collaborate All the spineless people won't capitulate Will walk again Will evacuate And stimulate And they will wait for the Man With
Forever young in a ground so cold The splendor of your death still fresh to be-behold In your neck an open wound To spawn life into woman love And to
Queen of all my sleepless nights For whose beauty I, Faun, have played my pipes, with heart Queen in white silk, skin like milk Horns of Faun, lips of
Mother Tongue speaks to Me In the strongest way I?ve ever seen I know that she sees in Me Her proudest child, her purest breed She speaks to me in colours
A pure veil of darkness. A mysterious fog. The Moon is full. And the Wolves you call. Red as my blood it is the sky above us. As I witness the arrival
Here is to the fear for keeping us alert And here is to sleep for making understand Here's to the crowning roots (Placing us nowhere) Here's to the laughable
The seed of Men, From trees now freezing. All silevered leaves With messages written The Imitators In sequences bright. All perpetraitors In cahins of
Man confirmed by the carnal Like a damnation supreme Man you are bound to this world and this blood Raise hands to the wonders In honour of you
The lunar backbone stands straight and alert for a last time The mammal feathers are revamped just for this last night Mouthless children are breasted
The earth should have opened And swallowed us in Stop at nothing inside us Then a wind should have risen From the deep mouth of our sea And things
Na Ara da Vida jaz uma morte A ti te lanco a minha sorte Ataegenia triade fatal Palida Deusa, doce e teu mal Centenas de corvos sobre a rochedo Cantam
In my blood you reached this far In my soul you found this much The circles of hell on earth Travelled together times upon times When you have lived
Arms towering into fear Feels like I am going in my sleep The dead are breeding under my pillow Is there a place for you in me? Best forgotten
