A keresés eredménye

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In a world
Where men have but little
Right to raise their voice
Live some female warriors
With bloody customs
And beauty to lose your mind over
Bodies of a Goddess, as supple as a feline
Their blond hair waving down the small of their back
 
Don't you trust this appearance
For they hide an ardor
That would make any winner shiver
For they hide an ardor
Beware, it's a trick
Beware, it's a trick, trick, trick
Beware, it's a trick
 
They have a passion, an adoration
For hunting, games, battles
And this passion, this adoration
Equals only their outfits
Adorned every hour with a new evening garb
That they save for their carnal wrestling
 
Fierce and wild, these ageless women
Spend their time fighting each other
Of an angel they only share
The face, the rest is cruelty
The word Mercy doesn't exist for them
Death is the only outcome of a brawl
 

Merchant Of Men

I started a long time ago
With child trade
But the profits were too small
 
This is now why
I buy and sell adults
Every Sultan and Master knows me
 
Merchant Of Men
I am I am a Merchant Of Men
I buy and I sell
I never give away
Merchant Of Men
I am I am a Merchant Of Men
I am known from Athens to Rome.
 
Chained by the feet, the neck
Those that can't stand up
I abandon them on the sand
 
Sometimes under the weight of their yoke
There are some who become mad
Those always end up as a rotting corpse
 
Merchant Of Men
I am I am a Merchant Of Men
I buy and I sell
I never give away
Merchant Of Men
I am I am a Merchant Of Men
I am known from Athens to Rome.
 

Executioner

With his cold and grey blade
Many times honed with care
He decapitates under the arcades
Murderers condemned in the morning
 
He is part of this gang of butchers
That never regret their past
Only one thing could stop him
That he gets beheaded himself
 
Executioner, Executioner
 
In front of the crowd he strikes harder
Splashing the dresses of close up women
By signing a contract with Death
He finds himself eternally engaged
 
This is why under his hood
Sometimes drops of sweat are beading
Because he senses that amongst the crowd
Someone can make him regret his labor
 

The Hostility Of Freaks

I was born different
That gives me suspicious looks
Nevertheless I am not
Deprived of any pain
 
When I walk in the street
I feel laying on me
The gaze of people scanning for a prey
It is because I am a freak
That people make me feel
I must not leave my house anymore.
 
And if I had the power to change minds
To switch roles and normality criteria
 
We would see all the freaks unite to create
A better world unbeknownst to those
Who wrote them off.
 
That day they will see
How difficult it is
To adapt to this sort of exile
And I hope they'll understand
That indifference
Is as hard as intolerance.
 
But I don't have the power to change minds
To switch roles and normality criteria
 
Stop looking at the freaks
As if they were lepers
And may they never be excluded
And above all respected
 
Stop these malicious hints
When you talk about them
Your fat replete animals
Are treated better than they are
 

From Elsewhere

In the night
A shadow appears
On the walls
His indelible mark
At dusk a strange being emerges
Crawling out of its den.
 
From Elsewhere
Invested with a mission
From Elsewhere
He gets his instructions
From Elsewhere
Save those of his kind
From Elsewhere
 
On the black altar of sacrifice
A mortal suffers from torture
Belly wide open and chest gaping
Linked to a machine
 
From Elsewhere
His life force is pumped
From Elsewhere
His life is taken
From Elsewhere
By all he was used
From Elsewhere
 
To saved those that like him come from elsewhere
He will have to find the biggest of hearts
To extract all of its life force
And transmit it to those who are
 
From Elsewhere
From Elsewhere
From Elsewhere
From Elsewhere
 

Cyclops Of The Pond

In a faraway land
An old man smiles
An eye in the middle of his forehead
Like a well rounded diamond
 
His kingdom is the pond
He is the greatest there
In this murky liquid
Where the damned are rotting
 
The Cyclops of the pond
Never learned what is Good
The Cyclops of the pond
Is the apostle of the Devil.
 
When you are sleeping
And you are dreaming
It is He that leads you
To his obscene nightmares
 
You're falling into a chasm
Where an odour of sulfur reigns
Mixed with the ammonia smell
Out of his devilish land.
 
The Cyclops of the pond
Never learned what is Good
The Cyclops of the pond
Is the apostle of the Devil.
Of the Devil.
 

Majesty

Everyone is here
For tonight we will judge
Men, women and children
Who refused to sacrifice themselves
So that the King could one day
Fulfill all his desires.
Transgression of a law
That could only serve Him.
 
The verdict has returned
They'll all be torn to shreds
By the replete tigers
That protect His Majesty.
In a horrible carnage
Under their delighted father's eye
The ferocious beasts
Are finishing the flesh
 
Majesty
Majesty
Majesty
 
Majesty
Majesty
Majesty
I am the king of this city, I am Majesty
No one can resist me, I am Majesty
 
No one among you all
Can ever resist me
I just have to cough
And you will be instantly crushed
So, don't you dare
To try and play me
For the sound of my voice
Resonate in my guards' ears.
 
Majesty
Majesty
Majesty
 
Majesty
 

Death Hymn

A man wearing a black cape
He is mysterious
Is he a pauper ?
But he holds a scythe
 
This man came out of nowhere
Look at this eyes
A fire burns in them
He doesn't say a word
 
A man wearing a black cape
He is mysterious
Is he a pauper ?
But he holds a scythe
 
Where does he come from ?
From the Void.
Who is he again ?
He's Death.
 
On nights where the moon is full
He can be seen coming out of the abyss
And under Him, rearing up
His beautiful steed.
He roams across countries
With a scythe for sole company.
Vultures and wolves
Step aside when He's campaigning.
 
I am Death
I have no remorse
I come to find you
Are you ready ?
 
On a night where the moon was full
I saw Him come from the depth of the abyss
It is him, all right, He sees me
Did he mistake me for one of his victims ?
Now I know for sure
Whom and what He wants me for
In the void and without end
He will take me to meet my forebears.
 
I am Death
I have no remorse
I come to find you
Are you ready ?
(x2)
 
Where does he come from ?
From the Void.
Who is he again ?
He's Death.
 

Metamorphosis

I don't know what kind of mystery
Makes a mutation start in me
My instincts are tripled
Always alert
I'm like a hunted beast
 
Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis
 
My face has disappeared
Under a mask of hair
Black and coarse
All my limbs animal-like
I no longer know
Who I am
Nor what I'm doing
 
Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis
 
I became a monster
I no longer have a future
When I show up
People flee
 
Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis of an identity
Express mutation
Into a devilish image
From human to animal, good or evil
Change of life
For survival
Sacred monster but not revered
Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis
 

Legend

On this big blue expanse
Full of mysteries and still unknown
We left young and old
Braved the tempest and the arduous climate
On our fragile schooner
In a cold and penetrating fog
Suddenly silhouettes
Appear as if by magic
 
Emerging from ocean graves
Of a half woman half demon appearance
The creatures burst into their songs
Removing all vision from men1
 
Believing a message from the gods
My companions bowed down
And when they re-opened their eyes
They never saw the sea again
Since the day of the nightmare
We can hear in the taverns
The rumours of this story
That make the lives of these men dull
 
Emerging from ocean graves
Of a half woman half demon appearance
The creatures burst into their songs
Removing all vision from men
 
Legend
 

• 1. as in taking away their free will/judgement - the song is referring to sirens luring men to their death