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Moonspell: "Alpha Noir" – 2012

энциклопедия: Moonspell

Состав группы:

  • Miguel Gaspar – ударные
  • Pedro Paixao – гитара, клавишные
  • Fernando Ribeiro – вокал
  • Ricardo Amorim – гитара
  • Aires Pereira – бас

Moonspell: "Alpha Noir" – 2012

Композиции:

  1. Axis Mundi
  2. Lickanthrope
  3. Versus
  4. Alpha Noir
  5. Em Nome Do Medo
  6. Opera Carne
  7. Love Is Blasphemy
  8. Grandstand
  9. Sine Missione

Лирика

1. Axis Mundi

Ipso Facto, Axis Mundi!

Sandtime bled, die for the truth
Drop of plague in the vein of the crowd
One will be enough to suffocate
The misery this world has turned into

Ergo a cabeça sim mas apenas para sentir
a lâmina fria que me beija a nuca

Ipso Facto, Axis Mundi!

Poison dart shot in the poor
Seed of hope spilled by the sick
Another lie will be enough to illuminate
The misery the race has turned into

Ergo a cabeça sim mas apenas para sentir
a lâmina fria que me beija a nuca

Ipso Facto, Axis Mundi!
Equinox in every word
Falling leaves in every soul
In every word in every soul
We're lost in a dying world

2. Lickanthrope

Wolves gleam in human eyes
Stealing tears from divine
Break of hope, break of necks, hand on leash
Can't go wrong, lickanthrope!

Heart of a wolf breaking the bitter skin
Under the chaos, under the moon
The pack is gathering

Little red, riding hood
Godspeed, prostitute!
Under the stars, under Venus
The flock keeps giving

The night swallows the day
Her lips find a way
We don't want to be saved
Lickanthrope

Veil of a queen tying the hands of a king
In the name of the species, under the silks
Let the games begin!

Little red, riding hood
Godspeed your destitute
Under the stars, under Venus
The clock is ticking

Lunar skin, white as pearl
Collar wine, reap the thine
Ride the bitch to ecstasy
Can't go wrong, lickanthrope!

3. Versus

I am thinking vultures ripping the flesh,
Smashing the bone
I am thinking hailstones shot to the head,
Making the giant fall
I am hearing pipes, the pipes of Pan,
I know it's wrong
I am hearing lies, the lies of man:
They're written in the stars above!

So crawl back to your hole!
Wait for thy kingdom come
So crawl back to your hole!
Tonight no one will come

The fire can't tame us
We're not making peace
And haters can't break us
We're growing fierce

In the end of times, no prophecy just you and me
In the end of times, the thrill of the flight
I am here to take your life

I am thinking snake oil rubbed in the skin
Enter the poison!
I am thinking arrows stuck in the heart
All men are mortal
I am biting the apple, the rotten core
The worm wants more
I am healing the blind, the book of the dead
Be prepared to meet your end!

4. Alpha Noir

Let the good men crush
What they love
It makes them feel alive
Let the fair men build them crosses
And crucify

So let the wise men write
Our death threats, in Bible paper
Let their message be sent
Throughout the thunder
Throughout the underworld
Throughout the Alpha

Alpha Noir, we want a new world!
Alpha Noir, our truth, our code!

Let the good men search
Revolve their graves
For a shade of paradise
Let the lion's flesh perfume the widow
And sanctify!

Let the weak man have
The final word
Order from Chaos
Let their secret be known
Throughout the underworld
Throughout the thunder
Throughout the Alpha

Alpha Noir, we want a new world!
Alpha Noir, our truth, our code!

5. Em Nome Do Medo

Em nome do medo, do medo sem fim
Na ira dos deuses, caímos enfim
A vida cruel, tormenta assim
O céu que nos esmaga n' ausência de ti
Em nome do medo, do medo sem fim

Sou sangue de teu sangue
Sou luz que se expande
Sou medo de teu medo
Senhor do teu tempo
Em nome do medo

Negro alfabeto do chão te levanta
Tua confiança jamais se aquebranta
Comemos os frutos de tão triste jardim
Faltou-nos o tempo, chegámos ao fim
Em nome do medo

Mas nem o vento por terra me deita
E nem o fogo por dentro me queima

Sou sangue de teu sangue
Sou luz que se expande
Sou medo de teu medo
Senhor do teu tempo
Em nome do medo

Sou sangue de teu sangue
Sou medo!

6. Opera Carne

Red meat is the inner shrine of our immortal soul
The heart breaking out illusions of innocent blood
Desire is pain
Eating away the worm in the brain

Our flesh burns in mysterious ways

Gray matter is the unholy clay of our address on Earth
Frontiers are coming down between body and the soul
Abrasive, insane
Putting away the spark in the brain

Our flesh works in mysterious ways
Our flesh burns in mysterious ways.

7. Love Is Blasphemy

In your thoughts

"Behold the bridegroom cometh
In the middle of the night"
Behold the rats who follow him
Why do they want our destruction?

Do broken men still sail in your blade
Are your bravest still afraid
Now it's the womb that chases the seed
Now it's the time of the need
Of hunger and revolt
Inverting our thoughts

Forever hold
Forever sworn
Forever mine

It's the time to know, it's the time to see!
Love is blasphemy

In your thoughts

Behold the gloom bride coming
Riding the tail of the star
Beware the scum who follows her
Now it's the time of the kill.

8. Grandstand

So many stars above our heads and yet we choose to starve
So many stones out there to turn and yet we choose to ignore
Thousands I wish to corrupt, their sons I seek to mislead
Damned forever be your dreams, I reject my destiny

To see what hides behind the mask
To live, to lust and make it last
To take the grandstand on the top of the world
And scream the truth: what does not kill, hurts us

So many ways out there to thread and yet we choose to turn back
So many choices we could have made and yet we choose to kneel down
Thousands I wish to corrupt, their sons I seek to mislead
Damned forever be your dreams, I reject my destiny

To see what hides behind the mask
To live, to lust and make it last
To take the grandstand on the top of the world
And scream the truth: what does not kill, hurts us.

9. Sine Missione

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