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Seguimos firmes, siempre avanzando
Primera linea en el frente
Pisando fuerte y desarmados, pasificando y sin mente
Hemos perdido muchas batallas
Mas no la guerra ni el aguante
Año tras año y bien parados no de rodillas, vamos de pie!
Firmes, firmes
Firmeees!
Nunca lloramos por el pasado, siempre vivimos del presente
Y no esperamos ningún futuro de ilusiones no se vive
Nuestra trinchera es el sonido, los instrumentos nos defienden
Paso tras paso siempre avanzando, batallon IRA nunca muereee!
Firmes, firmes
Firmeees!

In a darkened room is resting

over a pool of blood that she left,

her dry veins begins to burn the skin

of a naked body, left to die.

Now you feel your ears don't hear

the veil of death is blinding you,

the breath is losing and your soul is flying free

...in the dark.

ERZEBET: "My life is your death

I'll take a bloodbath

to renew my body

and enjoy an eternal life

while you slowly die

in the lonely cell".

Drop to drop is bleeding

the virginal woman,

in her open wounds

begins to flow

the blood she gave

to convert it

in the wine of immortality.

Tortured and bled she dies

her innocence and beauty are dying too,

and now she only will be

a remembrance that will fade

with the mercy of the oblivion

the wine of immortality.

KALEIDOSCOPE

And here I am,

overwhelmed by doubts and questions I thought I’d never face again,

wondering why the world has become a hostile place,

a dangerous land.

When all that matters is finding a label,

a tag that makes you feel included,

it’s hard not to get lost in the crowd

and believe it when they say you’re not worth it.

Sometimes I feel as if I don’t belong to the rooms I stay in,

and every face I perceive gets blurry,

till I can’t even feel my own.

Sometimes I don’t understand all the noise,

and it’s better to pretend like there’s nothing around me.

I know it’s hard to get the point.

My mother used to say:

“Breathe, and listen to my voice.

What bothers you today cannot affect your heart.”

How could I ignore the way life has treated me,

by leaving me no choice but to swallow words in fear?

Doesn’t anyone feel lost?

Is it really just me,

the one who’s drowning in this madness sea?

Is there something I can say?

Hay fuego en mi alma, 

sombras en mi corazón,

entre recuerdos dormidos,

sueños y esperanzas.

Noches, noches eternas…

Fire in my soul.

Palabras, 

susurros al viento se esparcen como llamas de inmortal esencia,

mística y vehemente entre nieblas profundas huellas y cenizas. 

Noches, ¡noches eternas!

Fire in my soul.

Cubrieron tus cedas y labios de miel,

el acero clavado de odio y tristeza,

heridas al viento de ensueño y rencor,

sombras errantes y lagrimas negras.

Noches de magia y eterna quietud,

noches de niebla, 

bruma y cristal,

noches, 

¡noches eternas!

¡Hate in my soul!

Mi alma se ha tornado habitación de destrucción,

fuego de inmundicia,

cueva colmada de inmensa tristeza.

Mi alma esta marcada bajo la señal de la violencia,

presa, 

atada, 

victima encadenada de la guerra.

¡Hate in my soul!

Mi alma respira sangre de niños recién nacidos 

victimas de la absurda guerra que destruye todo a su paso.

Alma de vitam, alma de mortem,alma de fuego,alma de metal.

(Música & Letra: Jaime Ocampo)

Todo está bien, a menos que estés solo o bajo ataque.
El estúpido sueño de “ser alguien más”
La noche es tuya para desquitarse.

Coro:
Quiero vivir incomprendido
Quiero morir, Solo eso pido
Vivir, sentir

Vivir invisible, incomprendido;
Así, sin lamento, voy a partir;
Cobrar a este mundo, lo que le he servido
Huir sin dolor y dejar existir

Estar en quietud; y no dispersar
las voces que te evitan amar.
A salvo dentro de mi propia piel.
a la deriva será mi final

Coro:
Quiero vivir incomprendido
Quiero morir, Solo eso pido

© 2023 Lixo & Sonido Rec.

Fearing to my blast
Soon or later will dig your own grave
Fast attack!
Go mad for rite, chant and pray
Looking Back!
Fulfilled with agony and despair
Rise Up!
Merciless, Sin, hate, winds of death

Now you will get what you deserve
With the power of death in your veins
I want to see you suffer from pain
No scape, theres Nothing to say
Looking Back!
Fulfilled with agony and despair
Rise Up!
Merciless, Sin, hate, winds of death

Crushing death
Perversion, evil and pain.
Crushing death
Fear is running through your leggs
Death calls you!
with his terrifying sound
Death Wants you!
Jump, jump falls to the ground
The sounds of hell
No scape, theres Nothing to say!
Looking Back!
Fulfilled with agony and despair

OUT OF COLOR

When looking on the bright side doesn’t seem enough,

and it is hard to follow those happy quotes...

I wonder if the shadows crawling up my skin...

Could you just shut up for a second?

I can’t concentrate.

I wish I could be spared the lecture.

I wish I could forget the stress.

“Find better vibes and don’t be anxious.”

Why is it something that I can’t comprehend?

What hides inside, things you can’t explain,

if you know how to read them,

can mollify the voices in your head,

ease your wrath,

lay doubt to rest.

How come?

Am I supposed to think these feelings don’t belong to me?

Will I ever “break a leg”?

How could I get rid of helplessness?

You wouldn’t understand...

Can’t you see that I need a fucking break?

What hides inside, things you can’t explain,

if you know how to read them,

can mollify the voices in your head,

ease your wrath,

lay doubt to rest.

Days go by while waiting at the door.

I’ll hold the frame, because it’s breaking down.

Creencias y profecías de los indios Hopi, el hombre a pesar de todo lo que es se auto destruye.