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If you would disagree to follow
a good bright god religious life
prepare for the night holly knife
that will send you to the darkest hollow

Because of your faithless dissention
perpetraded by your mannered fiends
that turn to be at first new begining winds
but that didn't show up their real intention

Sofocating your spirit till death
sucking all your brain and trust in others
seeming all to go wrong but there's
a little hope to have breath

To exorcise and do revival
to penitence and make rival

Dark Side

Waiting gracious hope to come
to this deep and darky dome
with no fellow by my side
who could follow all my ride

Bleeding all inside my soul
searching for light as an owl
seeking all around for hope
nothing inside except a rope

Walking lonely in the dark
sailing the sea with an ark
no one even care for me
when there was a will to be

Even when I scream and yell
no one watch me when I fell
hoping something there to come
pushing myself when I roam

Feeling kind of sick and sad
Screamig lonely very bad
taking my life as a toy
causing only a single joy

Speaking with a great yope
feeling kind of over dope
from one planet to another
my mind only wants to over

In this precious holy night
I've been searching for a light
someone enter to this room
told me just to use my bloom

So I did and I could escape
just to seduce and then rape
imposing my royal code
choosing it as my own road

Causing horror every day
making everybody pay
feeling the anxiety
produced by fatality

The end will begin today
there won't be a next day
all the things begin again
when last act remains its rain

It will be as pure as ever
from this time now till forever
as the race was only formed
it was simplily destroyed

A new form of life will come
and improve this place in some
the end never reaches life
it just crushed you as a knife

It just cares about defy
nothing seems to verify
it just give you a single try
leaving yourself so much dry

Sucking first your own spirit
using all what you inherit
playing joying with your soul
putting your place as a dole

Exile

This feeling I have projects me in my mind crying
The memories of my family and my friends were harmful
Cause hapiness became into sadness and i begin hating
All the people that was around me by the time you were hateful

I was tired of you and you put against me everyone
Nobody confort me or helped me at all in my pain I was lonely
In the dark in a place call hell where fiends attacked me one by one
I couldn�t resist too much and so my suffer grew worstly

My religion and beliefs where blew when you soffocated my love
which I felt for you when I needed somebody or someone with me
but you didn�t care and kill it with a miserable and tragicly hateful shove
who brought to me the worst depression in my mind it could possibly be

So I came to far feeling there�s no way for me in life cause you ruin it now
when you produce my exile from society making me have no social identity
so you should look what you did cause each time I wake up I see a dark cloud
that follows me everywhere i go and takes advantage of me having no pity

This black cloud represents all my feeling i had since I met you at school
but they have been corrupted by hate who is the one in myself who rule

Is Devil's Night

Is devil�s night, Is devils night
Cause i came to rule this time
And you won't stop me with your knight

What devils might, what devils might
Cause you trouble in my rhyme
and you won't see any bright

Is devils night, is devils night
Cause they�ll do everyday a crime
and you won't have any kind of right

What devils might, what devils might
Won't give you a piece of a dime
and you wont ask for any light

It feels so tight, it feels so tight
Cause they'll use you as a mime
and you wont have any kind of might

It is so right, it is so right
that my friends can hurt you at a time
and no heal could come from a fight
and they will do it with crecent plight

You Kill And Make Bleed My Own Soul

You kill and make bleed my own soul
Pain went as something that has been bring
When sang a melancolic owl

Tragical game at the Super Bowl
Ocurring when phone make a ring
A call that change my mental role

And carry it to the north pole
and it die as a decient human being
and not die as mass of mole

Being just like a dole
Transformed by what you were saying
Just as an esteril cole

Passing throug my friend Paul
Doing an stupid process of deciding
You kill and make bleed my own soul

When sang a melancolic owl
Healing the one who is dying
Giving hope to a mental role
that will die only bleeding

You My Love And My Hate

You can�t escape, no one does,
That's what makes you tragic,
You know what you have done,
Vicious cause you are a fiend.

Cause its hard to believe what you say,
In your own words and your true emotions,
Cause you only want what you can handle,
Playing in the fields of my territory.

Settling of what is my sad but true end,
But let's take it now to the court,
And put yourself in my position,
Cause from you for much time I've depended.

By this far I've been acused by you,
The one that doesn't really know,
How does it feel to be betrayed,
betrayed by your own life-belief.

I'm here, putting myself in your hands,
Just as an innocent man about to be condammed,
All because I've been probed to be guilty,
of the worst crime that world could ever knew.

I will be one more of the victims setenced by,
the one who is well-known as "The Last Send",
It is said that dammnation guides to salvation,
It is said that forgiveness is gained with pain.

After the process was finished I was send to a desert,
I was forced to enter in a deep reflection with myself,
So that the last send could pardon me for what I've done,
and then sank my inpure human body into the saint sands.

From this point on my punishment suggests no salvation,
A point where no faith could achieve my sacred soul,
From these deep feeling of depressive emotions,
My soul is searching for corageous revenge.

So it could rest in peace inside it's esence,
Cause when this happens it's time for vengance
And it will be your last counted day on earth,
Cause I'm going to kill you, as you did to me

Elevating my physical prison from the sand,
With only a simple goal which is torment you,
As when you broke my heart when I loved you,
with devotion and great rigorous cult restrictions.

And the only thing I'm sorry for,
is this question that surrounds me,
How could I see things that you didn�t had ?
How could I then be so terribly blind ?

I never get the idea of a separation,
Cause our union was so pure in body and soul,
In all the ways that humans have ever spected,
In a strange world between angels and fiends.

I never see it when we were unified as a single human being,
with out any intoxication and any kind of posible pervertions
I never met love as when I felt yourself coming to me,
but know its a blocked sensation that can�t flood
or overcome all over my body that needs to self-defend.

From your lost illusion and disgusting allusions,
from which I got bored with the time when it passed,
and also when everything seemed static pure fiction
a close friend entered inside the scene to the rescue

He told me about the broken feelings he had when he met you,
and told me about your well-known doubtful characteristics,
That's the main fact that made me use a bend with you,
In my cold and damaged eyes, that were hurt by your presence

In fact I wanted to react, and it pulled me to be free as wind,
and then you will be no body except a disposable human being,
That could be defeated by every single kind of less evoluted fiend.

At The Corner (Sonnet II - Postlude)

This is the corner,
where I used to have hunger
It�s the border,
where I used to do things in there

It�s a reflexion of my brother,
the wise man that boder
It�s the reflexion of my mother,
the strong woman that has a cover
It�s the reflexion of my father,
the worker that make me an explorer

This is the corner where I used to kiss her
My girl and love,
I remember I used to love her
But now she�s gone and no body could hear

My wisper of sorrow that I dedicate to this fear
That provoques my eye to make fall a tear
Every time her name comes to my ear
When I used to give her the honor to be my dear

In the times I used to enjoy a good beer
In the times I used to give from my heart a deer

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