Bienvenido al reino de los muertos
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Bacchanalia
la grandeza del imperio romano no solo gira entorno a su codicia
Es la ofrenda para el Dios Baco el placer absoluto sin medida,
Banquetes inmensos no podrán satisfacer grandiosa gula,
Es la ofrenda para un dios sin saciedad y exceso alguno,
Quién podría agotarse por ser venerado?
Los platos más extraños acompañarán ,
la mesa infinita para el insaciable Dios.
La cúspide del derroche y lo ostentoso,
postrados ante la gula quien susurra que nunca es suficiente.
Cómo pudimos terminar en este lugar al que le llaman el tercer circulo.
Donde esta Baco que ha permitido nuestra permanencia en este sitio,
quizá no fueron suficientes las ofrendas otorgadas a su agrado.
Donde fuera que alzara la vista vi incontables atormentados,
de la lluvia eterna y granizo han sido empapados,
tinieblas incesantes y eternas.
Fui petrificado por el miedo, cuando vi la furia encarnada,
con 3 cabezas caninas que rugían y todo a su paso desgarraban,
la infinita multitud de desdichados.
A quién debo orar para salvar mi alma condenada?.
Seven Crosses Impaled
Commanding the obscure imperius
Re-digging the ground,
bringing back the kingdom
which has already happened,
looking for archaic chapters of life written in blood
to discover the evilness in the marks of the past.
Re-establishing the dark sovereignty
that has been already inherited,
walking back in serpent movements
drawn with corpses.
Arising as a God to establish the forgotten,
screaming with my voice the memories of those who lived here,
ascending as a God to institute the forgotten,
shouting with my voice the echo of other echoes.
Commanding the obscure “imperius”
with vipers wrapped around my head
from the darkness of the ancient splendor
that has been inherited to me.
Thugs
Sheltered by beliefs and thoughts
Acting with free will
Judged by social constructions
Closed minds
Forcing others to believe
They are the legitimate way
Damned be the one
Who stands in their way
Suffocate the thoughts!
Suffocate the throats
And drown their words!
Forcing others to believe
They are the legitimate way
Damned be the one
Who stands in their way
Suffocate the thoughts!
Suffocate the throats
And drown their words!
The road they took
Has been drawn
By the destiny
They feel chosen
Willing to do his bidding
The hand that reaches
Out to help
Could be the one
That suffocates them
Unfortunate are the ones
Who can't be reborn
Who don't think
Who don't come where the
Chosen ones come from
Sheltered by beliefs and thoughts
Acting with free will
Judged by social constructions
Closed minds
Ethic is worthless
When beliefs are more powerful
Strangle the guilt
If the motives are divine
Asphyxiate the trust
And innocence
The Dark Grave
On the dark grave of the lost souls
the screams arise from silence
where every second is converted
in centuries of desolation.
Is this tomb so deep?
where the light of the stars
is covered by darkness,
and the sun is outshine everlastingly,
the yield of his throne to the moon.
(queen of the night)
No feelings left
no hopes, no joy,
only i have the wish to die forever,
to sleep between the silence
of the ancient ruins
But all is senseless
every dream will be left behind
and every illusion withered
only flames, oblivion and silence.
The dark grave…
El animero
Al llegar la media noche un hombre entra al cementerio
y rompe el gran silencio con una gran campana.
Yo soy el animero,
quien recorre los caminos,
legiones de difuntos
caminen a mi espalda.
Yo soy el animero,
amigo de los muertos,
y canto un tono fúnebre
durante nueve días.
Tumba a tumba
el animero toca,
¡despierten moribundos!
Transiten este mundo.
Paso a paso
caminen a mi espalda,
atentos al llamado
de sus seres amados.
Al llegar la madrugada el hombre entra al cementerio
y hace que los muertos regresen a sus tumbas.
Tumba a tumba
el animero toca,
duerman moribundos
no son ya de este mundo.
Paso a paso
regresen a sus fosas,
que sus restos reposen
trescientos días más.
Reacción
Lord of Fullmoon Shadows
Walking between the dense fog
that freeze 'til the last corner
of the forest, I'm searching
the Nymphs domain
and her protector Goddess
Artemis (Queen of the forest).
I make a stop in the road
and I look around me,
but I don't see any presence
only I find in the inmensity of the sky
a fullmoon sending me her clarity
through the branches of the trees.
The nocturnal silence
of the forest
is broken with strange moans,
are nocturnal spirits coming for my soul.
While the wolves climb the rocks
to howl ate the moon
I see the shadows of the spirits
that take possession of me
and guide me by the forest.
I continue penetrating between
the trees and I enter in a path
where I reach to see the sovereigns
of the forest coming to find me.
Their wonderful bodies sorrounds me
and deliver in me a powerful energy
that cauterizes my soul.
Immediately the spirits abandon me
and I see the Artemis figure near me,
while the wolves howl with more
intensity.
Her majesty touches my forehead
and she calls me emperor of shadows
in the winter moon,
she's giving me the power before
all beings in the forest.
Artemis and the Nymphs abandon
the place, now I'm alone in my
domains
looking the beautiful bright of the
fullmoon that invades my body while
the nocturnal spirits dance around me.
Sinfonía para el funeral de un ángel
A través de las sombras de la noche en este silencioso mundo
levantamos nuestras voces para cantar con tristeza en el funeral de un ángel.
Como un ejército,
como príncipes de las potestades de los aires,
elevamos a los cielos nuestro blasfemo lamento
desafiando a los dioses por nuestra mortal existencia.
Lamento perpetuo que emerges del fondo de mi alma;
todo lo que amo ahora perecerá en las llamas.
Lamento perpetuo
que alimentas mi odio,
del fondo de mi alma angustiada
desgarrándose entre la vida y la muerte.
Quiero callar mis gritos, pero en mi mente
se repite como un eco el mismo pensamiento.
¡Moriré!
En el negro horizonte caen las horas,
el silencio toma cuerpo emanando ecos y gemidos
que brotan de los cuatro picos de la tierra.
Es la sinfonía de la muerte,
que se pasea en el antiguo universo,
proveniente de mi alma angustiada
que toca los acordes de un órgano viejo
rodeado de flores y velas de cera que dejará de sonar
solo cuando mi cuerpo,
perplejo y sin vida, se encuentre colgado
ante el destino de ir al mundo del silencio.
Lamento perpetuo
que alimentas las llamas de mi alma angustiada
desgarrándose entre la vida y la muerte.
Maha Kali
Kali ma
danza y que las cabezas de los opresores caigan.
¡Oh, Kali destructora!
abrazaré la tierra tras tu llamado.
Kali, Kali, ma
Kali, Kali, ma Kali.
Ma Kali al repetir tu nombre seré bendecido
Kali ma, Kali.
Ma Kali el corazón del hombre está viciado.
¡Oh, Kali destructora!
sopla y que se libere el universo.
Kali, Kali, ma
Kali, Kali, ma Kali
Ulrich:
ho Kali, élève toi parmis les tyrans
que leur orgueil s' effondre
et que leur langue menteuse soient dechirée "
(Coro: all voices )
Kali, Kali, ma
Kali, Kali, ma Kali
Que los ideales vetustos del hombre se derrumben
para dar paso a un nuevo mundo.
Kali, sabiduría y caos cabalgando sobre un tigre,
se tú la justicia, gran destructora de demonios.
Ma Kali al repetir tu nombre seré bendecido.
Ma Kali,
nuestra guerra es como Raktabija,
por cada gota de sangre derramada
se multiplican las venganzas.
Yo soy el siguiente muerto
Vestido de sangre
bajo la gloria del odio
me borraré en la distancia,
a la eternidad de las tinieblas,
a la quietud perpetua,
a la sublimidad mortuoria,
a la plenitud del misterio,
a la profundidad del caos,
a la nulidad inmutable.
Descendiendo, descendiendo,
yo soy el siguiente muerto,
al caos delirante,
yo soy ya un muerto.
Yo soy el siguiente cadáver,
caeré en un parpadeo
concédeme, Hades, el deseo de Aquiles,
mediante esta música de muerte,
el recuerdo entre los mortales.
Endless Hatred
Libertad de vientres
Se escuchan grilletes que son del verdugo
ser hijo de esclava ya no será un yugo;
el nuevo fruto exento de esclavitud
désele el camino que será virtud.
Libertad de vientres, libertad al viviente
otorguen a la madre y a su hijo naciente.
Heredando antorchas de valientes hombres
que desterraron usanzas de tiranía;
parido entre rejas con el alma abierta,
gran sublevación, ya no habrá prisión.
Libertad de vientres, libertad al viviente
otorguen a la madre y a su hijo naciente.
La gran descendencia de hombres de color
¡Rebelión, rebelión, no serán más posesión!
Rompiendo el cobijo y la dura cadena,
extinguió la suerte que a su madre condena.
Hopi
Creencias y profecías de los indios Hopi, el hombre a pesar de todo lo que es se auto destruye.
Southern Storm
Ascending towards the
summits
from south
it sights the coldest night
black clouds devours the
mountain
converting in ashes the
horizon.
Nocturnal spirits rise from
crypts
to go over the wicked land
in company of the black bird
flying free in the night.
My soul feels the power
hidden behind the fog
and I see the lights shining
beyond the obscurity,
is the lightning that breaks
the night
to announce the southern
storm.
Legions from Hell
Metal Medallo (Bonus Track)
Desde las comunas guerreros sin coraza
descienden de los barrios con furia de batalla.
Sin temor enfrentan sociedad y religión,
guerra y barbarie dominan la nación.
Chorus:
Ríos de sangre, violencia en las calles.
Humanos torturados, legado del pasado.
Tortura, barbarie, muerte, Metal Medallo.
Sistema, religión, aniquilación, Metal Medallo.
Empuñando sus hachas y martillos de batalla,
esquivando las balas y restos de metralla.
Guerreros que surgen, invaden la ciudad,
demonios que rugen, rebeldes sin piedad.
Chorus.
Campos de muerte,
hedor pestilente,
bombas, masacres,
¡tormento latente!
Tale from Forest
Nymphs of the dark forest
beautiful ladies tempting,
between laughs and songs
they attract the mortals to the deep forest
to make them die submerged in the swamps.
Maiden of whispers,
a spell of seduction,
how don’t fall on knees?
by her magical beauty,
by her burning passion.
Nymphs of the dark forest…
Lust drowned in the swamps,
submerged desires forever,
between mud and roots,
eternal prison of forgiveness.
Nymphs of the dark forest
…betrayers.
Legacy Of The Gods
Millions of fans follow their mark
created of a deep and darkest will
hate that come with all their fury
over the stupid humanity.
Forged in the darkest abyss
their music comes to storm our minds
they are the masters of the occultism
who guide us in the land.
Venom, Hellhammer, Bathory
they marked our lives forever
a strong troop of warriors,
inspiration of the hordes.
Influence of so much bands
we got the legacy of the Gods
always dressed in black
spreading destruction.
Erotic Seduction
When passion burns
desire dominates,
carnal pleasures
invades the mind.
Nymphs and Satyrs,
incubi, succubi;
demons and witches,
erotic seduction.
Wake the snake,
the fire that sleeps in you...
Energies converge
merging the bodies,
fluid mixing
its magic and power.
Nymphs and Satyrs
in erotic games,
sacred encounters
of lust and seduction.
On The Dwelling Dark Of Lost Souls
On the dwelling dark
of the lost souls
the screams rise
from the silence
and every second
will be converted
in centuries of
desolation.
Is there so deep
where the light of the stars
don't reach to arrive
and the sun will outshine
everlastingly
the yield of his throne
to the moon
(Queen of the night).
Don't remains nothing
no hopes, no mirths
only I have the wish
to die forever
and sleep between
the silence of the
ancient ruins.
But all is senseless
every dream to be
left behind
and every illusion whitered
only flames, oblivion and
silence.
Tormented in Hell
An eternal cycle of chaos, pest and rot
the wheel of fortune spins endlesly
tormented in hell,
manipulated by spawn and lackeys of evil...
Tormented in hell...
Blind souls as sheeps
they follow
the false preacher
whorshiped
by the whore,
the bastard
and the traitor.
Possessed by
sick people
ripped, mutilated
Tormented in their hell
they never will be heard.
Infernal legions
will bleed them
as pariahs the world
would see them
and then in rivers of blood
their flag they´ll seen to stain.
Their decay will end
purified in the avernal fire,
we have created for them.
Tormented in hell.
Self destruction science
at service of mankind.
Serpent's Gen
We look like
The sore that lingers on your skin
The stone in the shoe
That embeds
Itself
In your feet
The necrosis that slowly spreads
Infesting
Whatever is in our path
We look like huge vessels
Empty and imperfect
That yearn to fill their interior
With a non-existent light
We have been banished from
The beginning by our origin
We were abandoned to our fate
And in spite of that
They point the finger at us and blame us
For the way things are
Hatred heats
The blood to the point that it rots it
The mind is flooded with resentment
And revenge (X2)
We are the heirs of the serpent’s gen
It is not possible
To blame those who were born in filth
They are marked as the origin
Of the darkness
But it is impossible
To remain blindfolded
In the presence of truth
And knowledge
Questioning actions
And reasoning made us free
And that is why we are called
The children of darkness
Hatred heats
The blood to the point that it rots it
The mind is flooded with resentment
And revenge (X2)
We are the heirs of the serpent’s gen
Practitioners of the rituals of the fallen angels
Hatred heats
The blood to the point that it rots it
The mind is flooded with resentment
And revenge (X3)
Hiding the truth
Will only make us
More rebellious
And uneasy
Even if it costs
Us eternal contempt
Legiones del Sur
Hordas malditas con el alma negra,
brujas y demonios vomitan blasfemias,
engendros de muerte preparan la guerra,
legiones del sur invaden la tierra.
Gritos macabros pregonan al viento,
la hora ha llegado, lujuria y tormento.
Huestes malignas marchan al encuentro,
con cantos de guerra, horror y sufrimiento.
Legiones del sur salen a marchar
con el fervor de la guerra.
El culto comienza, la euforia del momento;
legiones del sur llegan al encuentro.
La muerte se acerca, acecha tus miedos,
las hordas preparan gran recibimiento.
Legiones del sur, invocación macabra.
Guerreros malditos, culto a la cabra.
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