Soul

I see the eye staring
burning with its majestic fury
I'm sudently transparent
crystal clear as spring water.

Fire man, shallow soul
Fire man with your burning hand
Fire man your soul of fire
Fire man accept the fog's desire

Keep looking through your ball
oh wizzard, your crystal trickery
we fell in love to avenge your death spell
but death found us stonned and carried away

Fire man, your hallow corpse
Fire man, your burning eyes
Fire man your heart of ice
Fire man, embrace the shinny cloud's desire

Prayer

Oh great Spirit,
whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
Hear me! I am small and week, I need your strength and wisdom

Let me walk in Beauty and make my eyes never regret wtinessing
the red and purple sunset.

Make my Hands respect the treasures you invented and my ears
sharp to hear your music

Make me wise so that I may understand
the things you have taught my people

Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock

I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy; myself.

Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and pure soul.

So, when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you without shame.

Ahoe!

Prayer to the Gods

Oh children of Achilles, Thessaly
Oh children of Odysseus, Hipperus
Oh children of Kadmus, Thebes,
we followed the crumbling worms
we chased the dream of glory
they wrote epics to honor our names
they build temples to remember us
they cherished our ideas, flaunted the daylight.

They smiled but threw snakes into our beds
they ate our women raw, and rapped our unborn infants

I forced my head to turn around once more
and look into the mystic of the past,
I saw tears and blood.
I saw the white and blue sky
I saw the calm gray waves under my temple
I saw the ancient ruins and graveyards
I was forced to wear my hood to hide my tears.

How has it come to this?
How has it come to this?
The princes now are slaves,
the kings are still forgotten
all they want to see... is our sun and sea

Oh children of Apollo,
sacred god of light, oh serpent-killer
Oh children of Zeus,
sacred god of Gods, oh father of us all
Oh children of Poseidon,
still searching for your long lost land

I invented the book
I invented the sword
I invented blood
I created water
still I have not found the cure
of this world's greatest illness;
serving an excessive lust for vengeance

Perplexed Situation

Inrush authority sleeping
feeling tired, bored
a perplexed situation emerging
need to escape once and for all....

Give me one good reason
for not to wear the black painted armor.....

Why don't you go fuck yourself?

Charade

Lunatics, beyond your humble reach
love is just another kingdom to suffer defeat from
your head explodes, once again, whispering thoughts
that'll make you cry and suffer...

Vacant halls, and blades changing your profile
rearranging sanity's purpose, locking out thunders
Humble faces, surrender to your variety of poisons
you can cause pain, when you're shivering in the cold winter night
simply adoring your unholy self pitted in hatred you scream out
on the eve of your kingdom's annual celebration
rape, and devastation

In this ground, filled with moist,
accept this hallow body
a souless carcase of a simple man
who dared to challange Gods
but not his fears, erased the sun
from his burned out brain
sorrow, and loneliness must be his ground of testing

The final cut of the devil's favorite boy movie
he reaches out the end of his mortality
accross a sea of sand into a desert storm
forming a stoned sanctuary of lies and laughter

You will not see my face on the storm,
it always snows in neverland....


Dental disability makes no differene of mental disbelief....

Fake Words...

The time that demons become angels
and angels will try to kill their master
is truly close. Children of the Gods or not
we all try to kill our father
become Dionysus, the eternal son

My life a battle to earn back my kingdom
a tale so long that's hard to tell.
My road leads to darkness,
have got to be alone now.

You ask me of things you already know the answer....
I am as fake as everybody else in this shit hole...

Sorry.... I'll go kill myself now,
perhaps something better will surface.

I understand brother,
why you chose to flee
delete your words and name
it's so obvious, so hard though to explain.

My time will come as well,
soon... real soon...

Doesn't matter how many dreams I see
I won't offer my pain to anyone, even if it's fake as me.

Art's Jester

Art is a mirror;
When you descend
through it's field
you only see what
you can and want to see,
you only feel what
you can and want to see;
The reflection of your own self

Recreation, resumption
a new suggestion
police in my doorstep
dragging the child to a cell.

Art, filling chests with gold
Art, making women open their legs
Art, creating fake heroes
Art, everybody joins...


Everybody becomes an artist... for the wrong reasons...

Inevitable fakness...

An epic tale was written
to memorize her death
but as everything in my world
even her death was fake

The two year sorrow
the suicidal activities
all in the name of her loss
were done in vain

This world is sick
I'm just an unlucky soul
a piece of wood
floating in a stormy sea
of this giant sickness

How can I stay away from the dark
it's the only thing that has never lied to me...