NEFARIUM LYRICS

1. Lucifer's Betrayal

In the remembrance of a damned angel,
The word of a man without past
Resonates and the pain of that whip which
Gave obedience to the lord
And anger to the slave.
In every laceration,
Between blood and powder,

Lucifer's betrayal, pronounce your words and debone the celestial beast
Lucifer's betrayal, making its winged parasites shedders of blood

There was rebellion, but without shape
And for an act of unkindness,
An army of soldiers
Arose to climb over horizons
Which disappeared among the clouds,
Descended to touch nobody's lands

Vassal and then lord,
Free and our liberator,
He watches over us

From tall trees
On which stars escape,
Lit by the divine lamp,
Dragged by the eternal conflict

Let the devouring flames shine and heat
The coldness of a sterile paradise
Between drunk jugglers,
Blessed brothers and sleeping fortunetellers.

Lucifer's betrayal, pronounce your words and debone the celestial beast
Rebellious angel, making its winged parasites faithful servants.

Lucifer's betrayal, pronounce your words and debone the celestial beast
Rebellious angel, making its winged parasites shedders of blood.

2. The Damned Descent

Be happy in your most intense moments, now,
Because we will have
Deeper moments to give you

Make union your sword,
Since the warm embrace of hope
Will be ice.

Just to break in front of the will of our sons,
Not chosen descendants,
The incontestable rulers of the present and future.
With the extermination of bodies, purification will triumph in the baptism of future generations;
A damned descent will knock soon at your doors,

...and it will not be death time immediately,
This is suffering
A unique commandment, a universal law
The future doesn't know. You will be nothingness
And we will be the universe,
You will be the beasts
And we will be the chiefs
And the sheep will be ferocious dogs,
Ready to revolt against liars.
You will see our actions as the only truth,
Digging our teachings from the now arid terrain.

Damned descent
Our sons will accompany you by hand
To the only road, putting credulity aside
In favor of submission. Beyond darkness
There is only darkness, close to us.

You will be nothingness
And we will be the universe,
You will be the beasts
And we will be the chiefs.

3. 136 Bastard Priests Murdered

The end...
You will go through the echo of the eternal abyss
Which separates one thought from another,
Getting further from
The brief and intuitive path.

Which unites every act to its mental
Origins, so that you will find yourselves

In a desert of inert materials and a crowd of insensible and cold bodies.
You will be
The nucleus of a sick cell.

You will warn the heavy and wearing decadence
Which will erode any innocent.

The murmurs of thousands of innocents,
The whisper of looks which are less attentive,
Will give life,
With every blink of the eye,
To a new crossroad
Where the same old man will bow his head with pride,
Inviting you to visit the nomadic museum
Of equilibrium

The sphere of doubt rolls along a steep slope and the sick paws of a dirty pig,
Which by now is reconciled with destiny, glide.

The youngest beings choke, so that the divine germ
Cannot devour tomorrow.

4. Merchants Of Hope

The light
In a motionless spirit can illuminate
Only itself, creating shadows of loneliness
And making invisible those that promulgate
Plans for earthly life. The ambitious journey
Towards the hostile unknown
Slowly dissolves
Every possible revolution,

While creation quivers in the body
And the soul vacillates on the fundamentals of rational
Fear and sterile instability.
Air will shake pure spirits,
Bodies generated in series,
Givers of knowledge,
Greedy searchers of fame.

Doubt induces the eyes to look for the shadow
In the dark through steep paths of clarity
Air will shake planners of salvation,
Merchants of hope,
Extreme blind antithesis
In the sight of men,

1000 chains
Will hide behind the most
Ambitious project, in the name of resignation

And while the cold hand that will hold bloody bandages, will be laid
On the mouth of infidels and sad rebels,

The eyes will be induced to look again
For the shadow
To extinguish the infinite hope.
The blame must be punished and in a reality
Of life and death,
Words and thoughts embedded and closed
On themselves in graves...

Punishment and resignation,
Extreme antithesis between life and death,

5. Doctrina Haereticorum

The farthest signal and the most
Silent and pleasing message
Are being transformed through the passing
Of every minute,
Between a heartbeat
And a still slow sigh,
Long shadows
Hide themselves behind a solid stillness,
Transporting pain and hate
In heavy backpacks
The pupils of the eyes
Are pierced by lamps of terror.
...like high flames
Which dance,
Suffocating oxygen
And every doubt becomes reality.
From the old well from which it comes...
Trough the obsession
Destiny will soon cry out
Covering another light veil in the air with mud
A face is mirrored in the water
Trough the obsession
To tear down the pillars of craziness.
Caresses touch the air
And sighs cry out in the wind
Where wisdom runs away
And the transparencies die in the thick obscurity,
I am obsessed,
And every ray of the sun
Becomes a sharp wire
Ready to strangle and every cloud becomes lead on the heart
To kidnap breath and words,
Streams of wax covering another light veil in the air
With mud full of useless junctures, between the dusk of a soul and the dawn of a cadaver.

6. Thirty Coins Of Judas

Freezing
Breath which slowly obscures
The mirror
In the refuge of the spirit, silent
Wind which dries sweat ? drops
That escaped from ingenuity
And then were hidden by astuteness,
Tear my look which is too near
And too severe today.
The confused images
Bounce on moving walls,
While every expression suddenly comes back
Without a new sender and the crowd is dispersed
And the figures
Are deformed through luxurious empty rooms.
Now the feet sink in the solitude
Beasts marked with the fire
Ignorance is vanishing
And conviction vacillates
Along the brim line of your tomorrow
While only one blow will make the pillars
Which sustain it tremble.
This is our body, we are not the messiah and
We are not looking for prayers,
This is our blood,
Freezing
Breath which slowly obscures
And in the humid warmth,
We will patiently wait for the union
Of dawn and dusk,
Digging with bare hands
We are alone
To nourish the desire of useless eyelids
On faces of ceramic.
Beasts marked with the fire

7. An Old Black Cage

Enclosed in an old black cage suspended
In the middle of a sterile mind,
Far and distorted, thousands, one on top on the other,
We are (slowly) suffering under the weight of our fellow beings.

Wet from the never-ending rain of lies from him,
Whom from time immemorial has promised;
On the iron, the rust of our tears is mixed

With the bitter-sweet and dark blood.
In the darkness, the strong wind of hope is mistaken
For the sighs of him
Who is closer to us,

An Old Black Cage
In which iron screeches on the bones, [x2]

The cage moves by the smallest contractions (of the muscles),
While the bodies are mingled with their own pain
And in the bliss of those
Who are finally getting closer to the truth

And by freeing a space give yet another breath,
Falling in the deep pit of knowledge.
After every instant, he goes
Back to the starting point,

Trying to perceive his destiny,
Imploring hope to show,
Through the old bars of a tired world,
The universal focal point (to which everyone is hanging).

The eyes are raised once again
To look for the end of the thick rope
Which sold its origins to credulity and submission.
An old black cage in which iron screeches on the bones,

Those who try to run away
Between the bars are crushed like food
Between the jaws of a beast,

8. Sin Of Apostle

On tiptoes, with the passing of the old wayfarer,
Whose tongue is damned, choking in the foul salty blood,

To run after the cart which is consumed on coarse
Bifurcated tongues, between squares full of
Animals and dark alleys (without a destination);
Dressed in glass
To shine to a weak sun
Of battered iron, you will soon become
Naked

And your flesh will be soaked with the most elegant red,
That one which is more deep.
The man who sells humans will tighten ropes around your feet
Let's confess your sin.

Sparkling, speechless and naïve plastic diamonds,
Behind long sweaty fingers.

You will cut your arms and legs not to falter,
You will sew your bodies together with (infected) needles,
Looked at by astute watchers,
Naked men, coming from foreign villages.

You will be willing to give up your soul
To be able to still
Hear
The tinkling of a coin,

You will be ready to confess repulsive sins,
To receive the acquittal of the old wayfarer.
But the road to forgiveness goes
Through trails too steep for those that
Do not have any dignity left.

Legs of worthless people will putrefy with their rotten souls.
Dream of the present, oh passengers,
Unbounded pride.

Puppets with a polished smile
And interiors made of straw,
The old dry bones will painfully break
And an out-of-tune choir will sing.

9. Episcopal Whip

Looking towards the future
So as not to feel the hell of bodies
Under our bodies and fulfilling the body's peace,
Nourishing the purest fear,
For not having any reference,
We will come to drag you to hell,
Nursing you with the song of humble servants (from the terrible destiny).

Long trails of blood are what will remain of you
And the earth will be, once again, generous
Of blood of sons.

Hail to the infinite power and attracted
By that which causes the perpetual movement
Of an existence, but which will slowly become a smaller
And smaller vortex, towards the mind's centre.

Among fierceness and craziness, the straight bars of steel
Will bend with the fire, under a downpour of blows.

Every word will be pronounced
And every herd will be freed towards the highest cliff.
Your shadow which, by suddenly growing upon
The ethereal faces,

Will swallow the light,
Will be the new kingdom,
On which new bushes and spines
Will germinate to become a new pain's crown.

The destiny will show new paths
For the return journey crossing the main road,
Running along the abyss of doubt,
Until the place where the innocent butcher consciousness hides.







NEFARIUM LYRICS