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Corpo Presente (Intro)
00:33
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The Dark Black Velvet
02:53
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I put the palm of my hands on top of my eyes
So I can see the immense dark black velvet
And finally be able to look inside
It’s like my eyes are rolling back
And I can dive into myself
I can feel the air in my lungs
The movement of my ribs
My chest going up and down
My rib cage expanding in all directions
All the bones of my skeleton
The movements indicate that I’m alive
So I’m aware of what’s happening
In my body and in my mind
My tongue massages the inside of my mouth
Slowly and carefully
Slowly and carefully
Like someone that’s painting the roof of a house
On the second floor of that house in my skull
Is the home of my two eyes
Each one has a special room
Just in front of my brain
I let my eyes float in their cradle in my head
They don’t need to work as hard as they can
They learn with my hands how to be present and still
I’m aware of the infinite dark black velvet
I can finally rest in the dark black velvet
The dark black velvet
Pacify my eyes, my mind
The dark black velvet
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Dagger of Stone
02:08
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She was released
Inside of the ring
Abused, confused
With eyes seeing red
Betrayed by the ones
Who once she has fed
They gloat and rejoice
Hungry for death
Keen for her blood
To fulfill the scene
Her crossness explode
As she brainless speed
Striking the skull
Against the old bricks
Cracking one horn
She now chews the blood
Swallowing the pain
She strives to escape
The ones on the bedlam
Dislike what they see
She’s hard as a rock
And can keep the horns up
With her feet on the ground
Now she knows what to do
Flies over the wall
It’s time to revenge
Cowards screaming
She drills one by one
Trespassing their flesh
With the dagger of stone
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Feral Child
02:29
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Child of the sun
Raised by the beasts
Bold innocence
He has no fear
Feral child
His long mane of gold
The claws and the fangs
King of his world
Blood on his hands
Feral child
He knows no evil
No good and no sin
Freedom to live
By the pulse of his heat
Visions of fire
Ablaze victory
Splendor of light
That’s the tongue that he speaks
Feral child
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5. |
Traição
03:29
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Staring At The Sun
01:40
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I open my eyes and I can stare at you
I’m not afraid of your light
I see the purple rays that emanate
From the magnificent disc
In between the branches and the leaves
It’s wonderful to see you rising
And going to sleep
You made me see clearly
So I’m grateful for the rest of my life
I play with your reflex on the surface of the water
Staring at the sun
Some people get blind by your light
Someday we all shall see it
And be charged by your pure electrical power
My eyes are the doors
From where I receive your abundant force
Pure light from the eternal sun
Staring at the sun
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Charged Clouds
01:41
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Cloudy morning at quarter past ten
My brother at my door to talk to me
To bring me instructions he got from a far
Missing his breath, jabbering in speed
Frantic hands revolving the air
It’s like he’s strumming invisible strings
With notes and sounds of an impossible tune
I can’t understand what he struggles to teach
After some time it starts to adjust
My senses polluted and I thought it was me
I open my eyes and the sky now is clear
I can hear the music that he plays within
He says
“Please be brave and walk carefully
As the jackals are rambling
And snakes now have wings
Frankly I beg you to stay by my side
‘Cause the clouds make the rain
Not the trees as you dream”
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Manso ele chega, rindo a disfarçar
Em sua casa é tratado como fosse um irmão
Mas rápido é fácil de identificar
O que fala é só asneira, é só bajulação
Diz que te apoia e pede pra você assinar
Inventa altas estórias sem rumo ou função
Seu papel sem força ele pode queimar
A verdade é que desses não vale a atenção
Não dá pra confiar
A gente dá corda pra ver aonde ele vai
Se enrola, se enrola e não dá solução
Assim claramente sua máscara cai
O que fala é só bosta, é só bajulação
Não dá pra confiar
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Perversão
02:06
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Decepado e Esquartejado
02:01
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O invasor chega sorrateiramente
O sentinela o observa em silêncio
O invasor se acha esperto e que sabe o que faz
O sentinela consegue ver muito além das aparências
O invasor tenta invadir o território proibido para ele
O sentinela sem pestanejar age com força e precisão
Um golpe é suficiente para decepar a cabeça
Do verme maldito que estrebucha no chão
Como uma serpente ferida
Morre e nunca mais vai andar onde não lhe condiz
Decepado e esquartejado
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Um demônio de olhos verdes
Altamente underground
Procurando no lixo
Caveira de animais
Fazendo rituais
Que ecoam em seus sonhos
Sonhos de sons
E visões de integridade
Com tinta na sua pele
Demônios, Ozzy e o ossos da mão
Bateria porrada, com detestação
Dois rios de whisky injetados nas veias
Mantém o fogo nos olhos
Puro sangue de nordestino
Recebendo as águas tão difíceis de carregar
Traduzindo mensagens do além
Distorcidas pelas cabeças de merda
Que controlam as crianças que virão
“Foda-se o seu deus
Foda-se o seu cristo
Foda-se o seu modo de vida”
Vestido com a sua armadura
De manhã bem cedo, domingo
Quando o sol raiava na chuva
O guerreiro faz o último sacrifício
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