1999 - Sangre Hirvienteo2. Spit as an offenseDo you fear every moment? now you fear everything you are afraid these days 'cause I'm your living disgrace Do you hear what I'm saying? now you hear all my scorn demons dance and laugh sweet feelings, revenge will come I spit at you, you're nothing in life don't look at me, you're nothing in life you're so weak, you're nothing in life I celebrate, you're nothing in life During years hate's been growing wanna get what I do? you can't hesitate I'm here to break your fate Don't date to look at me Don't do it anymore just listen to my laugh this will end, as you thought o3. Sucios pensamientosVen y coloca aqui tus labios ven haz que penetre en ti, lame el sudor Sé que no quietes y tendre que hacer hacerte sangrar un poco ven Bebe me semen, bébelo hasta el fin provócame orgasmos, hazme venir mitame y no Ilotes solo háblame susúttame al oido todo tu suftit Provócame Dame tu sexo con él jugaté Dame placet total y te mataté Perversion, intensidad, subyuqación Orgasmo, necesidad, penetración Tu sexo huele a mi, me excitas más tu ano resistitá lo sé muy bien fluidos cotten los puedo olet Iluvia de espasmos sangre y placet o4. Where angels don't singOne scream awakes the beast, your plea will denied I can smell all those entrails, they call me to start the feast Nightmares will be raping your souls, welcome where human warmth is ice Nightmares feeding from your feats welcome to see your world collides I'm the enjoy to cure your fantasies I'm the enjoy to redeem all your sins I'm the savior of your lewdnesses I'm your savior, don't you wanna understand? You contort under my feet your blood has splashed my eyes you still scream, I want you to resist, but you only want to rest in peace I enjoy your screams, I kill and my hate exists I can rape your dreams, I kill and my soul exists You're there where angels don't sing you lie where compassion is a myth nightmares will be raping your souls, welcome where human warmth is ice Nightmares feeding from your fears welcome to see your world collides o5. Distorted face (dulce liquido mix)You think it's time for being brave you think you're saved from all fear whatever you do you're late see in my eyes, you are here try to hyde, try to run from me now you're naked to my eyes all what you did means something to me even your dreams on bad nights You wanna say stop hating me now it's time to show some force I won't stop all these feelings you've always known what's my course try to hide, try to run , try to foreign that you can go faraway I won't leave you alone, ever in life I'll be after you every day and night I wanna feel your brave intentions I wanna face your emptiness and lies distorted face you know you have failed Now it's time to say what you saw what you felt, what you thought tell me everything I want to know I see you'll do it, you're not strong I smell your sweaty clothes you are dressed for the last day I hear your weak and trembling words nothing's important just this rage try to hide, try to run, try to foreign you can not trust in your faith before saying something, just come here you may be marked with my seal o7. Espinas del malLazos torcidos de sangre, almas tordidas del error que ansian y revinen el insano temor rostros impacientes, que callan la furia, que callan dolor Violencia en carne viva, espinas del mal ellos aun me miran, palabras de ita palabras del mal Inhalationes aqitadas, venas reventando sin parar Alma de sangre vel Ilévame siento tu ita, aun veo tu muerte, aun estas aqui Y al final quien va entender? Y al final quien va perder? o8. Boiling bloodGods were watching in the distance the killing of their sons they heard their desperate screams crying, they knew the time had come Hundreds of years ago false men came in their boats they tried to kill our knowledge and creed they won, but they spread our seed blood still courses through our hearts blood still courses through our minds our memories were written in blood we still believe our glory will return Boiling blood in our veins burn our painful past boiling blood we should turn them to dust We are the boiling blood coursing through our race there's nothing to regret we feel the ancient grace they killed our world, but they couldn't kill our force Gods protect us this time, come save us, we are your sons * Música para un suicidio fue insprirada en el titulo de la obra de Ricardo de Teresa. Aun se huele la muerte en la memoria que se escribió con sangre, la sangre que derramaron nuestros padtes todos los dias y todas las noches; Nosotros sabemos que los que aun se atreven a abrir la herida jamas abritán los ojos, pero si verán el fin. Para todos los imbéciles que aborrecemos. Púdranse en su mierda y festejen su ignorancia. ---------------------- |
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