Moon Heroine

The sea sweats smoke cause
angel dolls gone wrong
in a no shining land
the burning down desease

Labels with no price attachted
just free weeving scars
ready to rip virgin snakes
with no blood to drain

White right up your nooze
into your veins and eyes
the moon spilled her ice
under a summer night sky

Take off your clothes
let the air embrace you
forget the highlights
they're nothing but cries

In fields of sanity seeds
gods are buried within
alchool, virus and damned
togheter in circles of life

By: DarkCapricorn

Impurity Limits

A bounch of thorns like pins in the floor
can you see how they smile?
9 mm of soul and faith shooted out
right between your fucking eyes

So dreatch the system lines in your heart
on the darkness machine
green pulps deformed as your beat crawl
into the middle of nothing

In the death of the night
we'll burn at the sunlight
and all the quimic wastes
will shine like rivers

Impurity limits
let's play this game
till we intoxicate
our lifes to blame

By: DarkCapricorn

Soul Ministry

World above little souls
with filthy stories untold
traced by a devilish system
controling us, the puppets

Dressed in black and smiling in red
they are the haters of shame
the motherfuckers in bondage wait
for your failure my little child

Syndrome of virus inside
your revolving guts
penetrating your heart inside
right up your spine

Soul ministry smashed away
careless at victims eyes
stole from them the gold
that they've took from you

By: DarkCapricorn

Corrosion and Corruption

I don't care what you think
if you really think at all
because you're just a spine
in my teeth after all

Let me draw you my world
in the shape of a pill
drink the booze down along
the nightmare I'm in

I don't understand
the language you speak
it's what you're thinking
when I show myself

Let me die alone
in a late shadows room
far away from redemption
and far away from you

You were perfection
the thing I want the most
but now you're just a dream
destroying all my will

Corrosion and corruption
under a veil of need
guess I'll never be as perfect
as whatever you'll do

Crush me and drain me
come on, come on
I'm a lie you see?
get rid of me

By: DarkCapricorn

Flaming Ground

I rest in a hatred dream's room
turn off the light when you leave
I'm breathless and sick of it
your suffocating arms in my neck

Losted even before the war
was over and set for history
the preachers around your heart
crawl to me and entered in my head

Terrified all night long
the machine beat and scratch
mesmerized to the rest of my life
connected to the flaming ground

In the end of the eclipse line
clasp my words into the otherside
submission, pierced and mourn
feels like I'm parish in the dark

By: DarkCapricorn

Heaven Connection

A life wire without power
connected to hollow bases
streams of desolation
in this human dead nation

So give me your hand
to pull the trigger

Walking corpses outside
in the cold city of sin
streams of nothingness
reflections of the past

So give me your change
to save myself

Free the bullet, watch it go
into the middle of my face
the connection to the underworld
from reality to heaven
is a passage to hell and back
when you got nothing to lose

By: DarkCapricorn

To the Edge

E pronto, acabou o mundial. Chegou ao fim um mês de futebol, um mês em que todas as nações pareciam esquecer os problemas do mundo, um mês de todos aqueles que só são portugueses quando a bola rola. Espero eu que os "portugueses" não arrumem com a bandeira o orgulho nacional. Existe muito mais na bandeira do que tão somente uma equipa de futebol. Foi pena não termos conseguido o troféu, que a meu ver, mereciamos mas também ainda bem que ficou entregue em boas mãos (menos mal). A Itália teve a sorte do seu lado, a frança (sim com letra pequena, tal como a sua mentalidade) teve mesmo assim muito mais do que mereceu, a Alemanha fez as pazes com o mundo (vamos lá ver quanto tempo vai durar), e Portugal... fica pelo 4º posto, injusto pois mereciamos muito mais. Ficamos perto, muito perto... mas orgulhosos. Lacuna Coil - To the Edge (uma banda italiana pois claro, a fechar).

To the Edge

Here I start to define it
As a sign on my skin
That I just try to wash away

Reminder
Infected
It'll be painful to me

Life is so short
Close to the edge
Of another backdoor
Life is so sure
Life will be ready
To twist up your world

Here it starts to enlighten
There's a frame I can't change
That I just have to watch again

Reminder
Repressed inside me
It keeps me beating

By: Lacuna Coil from the album "Karmacode"

Down With Them

Let me mix my tears in you
with your blood and your heart
take what you want from me
I'll be your guiding light

In the coldess of your white
snezzed up your little mind
all those dreams and fears
will became real as you die

All those illusions drinked
growing inside like razors
flying and floating to remind
that you'll go down, down, down

Let me break my soul against
a shot of fire and my needle
shining lonely in the dark
leaving venom inside of me

By: DarkCapricorn

Human Armaggedon

Red under shadows
like dead emotions
in a frozen land
where war is near

Pick up your hate
go for the run
leave all behind
it's all gone

Pigments of fear
falling like tears
memories of hope
will they come?

The last suffering
the last lust
the last draining
it's all gone

In a circle of death
a human armaggedon
is what I see
in your dreadful eyes

By: DarkCapricorn

God Save the Queen

Pois é... mais um dia de emoções, mais um jogo, e mais uma vitória. Depois de insultos baixos, críticas injustas, e de uma forte pressão para que tudo aquilo que os portugueses sejam aquilo que são na realidade os ingleses: fiteiros e agressivos, e isto sim são atitudes de um país do 3º mundo. Apetece gritar até os pulmões rebentarem, olhar para cada uma das quinas como para cada uma das vitórias (sim eu sei faltam 2 jogos que temos que vencer e espero que lá cheguemos), e apetece acreditar em alguém e dizer... god save the queen but please, don't forget the english press, if you want too.

God Save the Queen

God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb

God save the queen
She ain't no human being
There is no future
In England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need
There's no future, no future,
No future for you

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
'Cause tourists are money
And our figurehead
Is not what she seems

Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord God have mercy
All crimes are paid

When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future, you're future

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves
God save the queen

We mean it man
And there is no future
In England's dreaming

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future,
No future for me

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future
For you

By: Sex Pistols from the album "Never Mind The Bollocks"