1. |
Intro Sickness and Pain
01:17
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2. |
Vomitation
03:18
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(Music by Juan C. Gómez.
Lyrics by Tomás Giraldo Escobar).
To take form into the flesh, animate.
Injecting the faculty to endure pain.
As years pass by, a couloir must be
drawn. Be emptied of all the world and
its trauma.
Inner night must be protected from
world’s daylight. The den where the
ghost is caged and won’t break away.
As long as time bites the skin with no
win, and the dark den is kept from
stalking light rays, the circle of negation
will preserve, the void, my soul, devoid of
flesh corruption.
Blood, war, i see. Death in front of me.
Vain kills, where do their souls go?
Oh, my eyes are weak guardians.
I must atone! Into vomitation!
Ugh...
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3. |
Aquella Cruz
03:58
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(Music by Tomás Giraldo Escobar.
Lyrics by Tomás Giraldo Escobar).
Moras edificios
grises, torres-jaulas.
Ante tus ventanas
la guerra urbana.
“Procúrame
un bel morir,
lejos de aquí,
del sucio ser de lo que existe”
Sueltan balas en sus cuerpos.
Maldicen sus días. Almas
que andan, aunque sea de noche.
Mira sus ojos, en ellos lee que
la vida es más que una cruz que hay
que cargar.
Andas enterrado
en el lodo, exangüe,
años. Pero afuera
“habrías muerto”.
Llevas vivir
como una cruz,
mas gólgota
se lo dejas a quien se opone.
(Lead: Juancho)
Andas enterrado
en el lodo, exangüe,
años. Pero afuera
“habrías muerto”.
Depárate
roja ciudad.
En su asfalto
pasea aún el eco de esas voces:
“La vida es más que una cruz que hay
que cargar”.
(Lead: Tomás)
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4. |
Heresies
03:25
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(Music by Juan C. Gómez.
Lyrics by Jorge E. Ortiz).
Son of Pantera,
mother a whore.
Her peasant child.
Lie has begun.
Pagan of power,
Caesar is the lord.
Live for the God’s word,
die by Lord’s sword.
Subtle in thought
Origen dines
with the devil,
unwilling repent.
Platonic truths feed regards.
Martyr´s apology Celsus discards.
Heretic´s world is undone.
Heretic,
your world has begun.
Platonics,
truth feeds own regards
Sitting in judgment,
remove sense of faith.
Old testament suffering
heresies.
Marsion sense of regard,
oh, montanist fringe
stalking profetic prose.
Heresies.
(Lead: Juancho)
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5. |
Honour
04:27
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Letrista - Tomas Giraldo
(Music by Tomás Giraldo Escobar.
Lyrics by Tomás Giraldo Escobar).
Memories of their youth
dispersed through fragments of pain.
Their hopes are buried on holy ground.
Remember all those that did not have
to die.
For they were the ones
that were sacrificed
to sustain a crime
against all of us, we, slaves.
We who dwell in hostile towns,
walking streets of dirt and noise.
Stripped of dignity, we sip scarcely
a life dispensed, a life taken.
Slaughtered,
and yet we dare to pay
honour
to a lost cause.
Crushed by
time, sickness, shameful pain.
With pride
assisting our death.
Memories of my youth
live on through fragments of pain.
My hopes are buried on holy ground.
Remember me for i did not have to die.
And yet you dare to payhonour
to a lost cause.
Crushed by
time, sickness, unjust pain.
With pride
assisting my death.
(Lead: Tomás)
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6. |
Enucleacion
03:26
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Letrista - Tomas Giraldo
(Music by Juan C. Gómez.
Lyrics by Tomás Giraldo Escobar).
Ver al sol alzarse ya no es
más un signo
de la promesa de un porvenir.
Es un cínico gesto
para nosotros, la ciudad
que coloca cruces
sobre quienes hace brotar. Solo
pa’ liquidarlos.
Gran insensatez es ver y no condenar
la triste matazón que la luz revela.
Mas los muertos algún día al volver
peso a la balanza harán.
Irán tras aquellos que ni un
Llanto dejaron salir.
Que vieron ante sí el matar
Injusto, cruel, de tantos.
Y viles de largo pasaron.
Tras de sí mil muertos.
Sus ojos
Perderán.
¿Ver pa’ qué,
y callar?
(Lead: Tomás y Juancho)
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7. |
Sublunar
04:07
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Letrista - Tomas Giraldo
Music by Tomás Giraldo Escobar.
Lyrics by Tomás Giraldo Escobar).
Tras nacer un gran caudal me arrastró:
el tiempo insondable.
Sus cifras colman mi máquina de
sombras: la inminente noche.
No hay más.
Ya otros a mi lado han hundido.
Cumplen la oscura ley
sublunar.
Mi cuerpo, él muere,
¿qué será de este suspiro mudo?
Que corta todo un mar que se agita inerte.
Se opone al mundo, pide una respuesta.
Yo corto, todo un mar
de corriente inerte.
Me opongo al mundo, yo exijo respuesta.
(Lead: Juancho)
Más allá mis dientes corromperán.
Mis pies estarán rendidos.
Los dedos ya nunca más pulsarán
el agua, haciendo sonidos.
(Lead: Tomás)
El caudal me está hinchando.
¿Será que el paroxismo dirá:
“no hundes, abisal has sido.”?
Sublunar,
tu cuerpo se borra.
Únete al mundo, sordomudo.
No cortes más el mar
que nunca fue inerte, ni opongas
al mundo, que no hay más respuesta.
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8. |
Human as Virus
04:05
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(Music by Jorge E. Ortiz.
Lyrics by Jorge E. Ortiz).
Plague on the earth
comes alive: blood blister souls
spreading infection and disease.
End of mortality arrives.
Escape isolation, domain,
mechanism of pain.
Expansion, excrement
remains. Kill, do or die.
War. Lust machines
full of pride, spread disease of
Hate. Annihilate
your foe. Nuclear blast.
Black air. Succumb
to your fate,
Disperce rotten sewage on the living
supply, burn the earth for the rich to
survive.
Human as virus.
Dead rate rapid score.
humans are virus,
evil to core.
Humans as virus,
bestowed on the land.
Human as virus,
death on mass command
Scriptures becoming of ghoul fiends.
Warfare engulfs the land.
Sanctioned by dieties command.
False god retribution on the human
race.Putrid zombie corpses stacked
mountains high. Death on mass
withstand. Stinge of odor as far as the
sky...
(Lead: Tomás y Juancho)
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9. |
Obelisk
04:14
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(Music by Tomás Giraldo Escobar.
Lyrics by Tomás Giraldo Escobar).
Un trasegar te aturde, mutilada alma.
Rondas con fe. La fe colocada en
quimeras viles.
Dices andar a un lugar
donde la pena no está.
Y al caminar te asaltan anuncios de
muerte. Se abre el cielo y te baña un
diluvio carmesí. Obelisco asalta,
extiende la herida hasta la luna.
Estocada a Dios, y a todo aquel sueño
que te tenga en pie.
Dices andar a un lugar
donde la pena no está.
La sangre que había a tus pies
está a punto de ahogarte.
En medio del charco rojizo habrá un
camino. No esperes cruzarlo
enceguecido y necio
Lo mejor será,
para ti, morir.
Antes que seguir
tras fantasmas.
(Lead 1: Juancho)
(Lead 2: Tomás)
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10. |
World as Mechanism Outro
01:11
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