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Imperium Dæmoni
05:21
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Come forth to me
Now that you weep
Surrender now to my control
Open your arms
I won't let you fall
Into my ranks
Cause you're now in hell
It's all on your mind \
And It's all on your head l 2x
Imperium Daemoni /
Come to my realm
You're welcome in
Don't mind the foul breath of death
Decay, misery... It's all that you see
I have nothing more here
Welcome my host
Make yourself at home
I'll serve you a chalice of blood
Try not to spill it
What's left of your fate
You can't go out
There is no escape
To be what you want
You will sell your soul
To one of the lowest, below
You will ruin your life
And smash all your dreams
Before they even born
Now part of your life
And part of your fate
Imperium Daemoni
It's all on your mind
And all on your head
Imperium Daemoni
If you could believe...
What I’ve seen
Would you even dare...
To come here again?
If you could believe...
What I’ve seen
Would you even dare
To take me away?
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2. |
Oculto
06:18
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Nunca mais aparece quem lembra o mundo
Nunca mais se esquece o que distrai
A nossa alma e mente no fundo
O pensamento da cabeça não sai!
Três ídolos no alto se levantam
Consumidos por esta vida
Choque de ofensa e mentira que rodeiam,
Entorpecem os pensamentos.
Tragam o oculto, negrume eterno
Fecho os olhos para esconder
Os meus demónios, olham em frente
Eu sou a morte, sem perceber
As perguntas voltam a novidade
O atual já não interessa
A antiguidade passou a tema
Nesta vida em que o passado é lema!
Se por um segundo fechar os olhos,
Passam dez anos sem perceber
E se um dia a vida parasse?
Víamos a revolta… Acontecer!
A noite… A alma atormenta
Vejo um vulto lá no fundo
Uma imagem de mim que escondo
Um pensamento atroz que tenho do mundo
Tragam o oculto, negrume eterno
Fecho os olhos para esconder
Os meus demónios, olham em frente
Eu sou a morte, sem perceber!
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3. |
Cult Of Suicide
06:10
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So cold...
The night comes in
Those dark lights shadows
For always that path.
I flew through the sky
In clouds starving death
Darkness was my friend
Feelings away, own will.
Now I feel warm
But I don't even care
Only one light
I can really stand.
Sometimes I look back
Luminous feelings
Returning to me
Impossible to get
For those who tried before,
And who left the fear
Grabbing all from the front,
Leading a unique way
Maybe I must wait
New pieces to collect
Unless the deepest desires
Would write my stone
Now it's now,
And never will be again,
Then I will complete it,
This cult of suicide.
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4. |
Post Thanatos
06:20
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Now, here comes the gray cloud
With company of the fog
A deadly double of twins
Who seek the end of us all
So, the iron heart
Lends his hand, on a sword
There is nothing to believe!
There is nothing you can do!
The first falls, you asleep
The second pierces your heart
It doesn't matter your weep
You have completed your part
Make way to taker of lives
The primal cause, of the wars
Just let you go from the fight
He’s not one with remorse
You belong now to hell
The place in flames, down below
Blood sakes in soils
A red river spreads
By the flames it boils
Pestilence, hangs in the air
The fallen ones on the land
They all have, black death!
Now, here comes the gray cloud
With company of the fog
A deadly double of twins
Who seek the end of us all!
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5. |
Morbus Sine Fine
06:39
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I didn't know...
Indifference maybe
I don't want to see
The nightmares with my eyes
Please don't go
You didn't show me
The truth is real
But how can I know?
Tell me how to live
I thought it was good
You flying joy
My underground rage
Take me with you
And make me feel
Impregnated sorrow
This doom deal
I never wanted it
But somehow makes sense
That freaking comfort,
Of a perfect coffin
Get out and bury me!
Should I fight the unavailable,
Or simply let myself go?
What if I scream loud enough,
To reach those down below?
MORBUS SINE FINE
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6. |
L
07:26
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For what I’ve seen
For what I’ve become
A floated and wicked mind
Think about those glory days
A cruel destiny
I must follow the path
The one who consumes the heart
The one who kills the soul
This sick addiction
All the evil in my thoughts
I shall not forgive
You will bleed again
For what I’ve seen so far
For what I’ve become so real
A floated and wicked mind
Think about those glory days
A cruel destiny
I must follow the path
The one who consumes the heart
The one who kills the soul
Bend your body for sins
And then, I will regret
The one who lies, the blind
Thinking in a slitted throat
I won’t be afraid
You look like a saint
But that is not my way
I refuse to be ashamed
Should I paint my face?
With that melted red in the ground
Thou looking in the mirror…
I will see the real me
Lost in somewhere dark
That maybe doesn’t exist
I will remember those days
And now, you’re gone forever
I will reach the depth of time
Lost in the fog
Like your head on the ground
Rotting and forgotten by everyone.
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7. |
Je Suis Malade
04:45
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8. |
Khadele
06:06
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Don’t want to be the sad man,
Is this for this that we’re living?
Everything is falling apart.
Can only feel this sense of misery.
Long time ago, my days are empty.
Emptiness feeds my lonely soul.
All I can see is ghosts from the past.
Is this darkness the only way?
Just like a shadow beneath a candle,
I see myself sleep six feet under
How couldn’t you feed my soul?
Couldn’t see the signs of suffering.
Don’t want this sick way to live.
Can you show me a way out?
Standing on the edge of a cliff,
Mesmerized by a greater place.
How couldn’t you feed my soul?
Couldn’t see the signs of suffering.
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9. |
Homilia
06:09
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HOMILIA
Vislumbres daquilo que outrora foi a conformidade
Uma Homilia que ostenta hostes de crueldade
Chega a ser agonizante a forma como me iludes
Moribundos aqueles que ainda acreditam na tua fé!
Aplaudes aqueles que já não permanecem de pé
Responsabilidade adversa,
Que nutre um sentido
De despedida controverso,
Fruto de um juramento, perverso!
Suspiros de preces, que assombram a consciência
A constante eminência de urgência
Uma réstia de aquilo que já foi essência
Ouvem-se os gritos... De que surge a imperfeição!
A imperfeição!
Ouve - se os gritos daqueles que agora são mudos,
Outros tantos que permaneceram surdos
O contacto que se tornou artificial,
A distância que para muitos é superficial
O contacto que se tornou artificial!
O contacto que se tornou superficial!
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10. |
Sai
05:13
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SAI
Estou aqui ao pé de ti
Cresço com o teu sono
Sombras escuras tomam forma
Não escapas, sou o teu dono
Sonha comigo, os sonhos contigo
à morte podes escrever
Vive a vida, real ou mentira,
Não sabes como descrever
Sentes o medo, frios arrepios
Cobres o corpo a tremer
Acendes a luz, olhas o tecto
Esperança vã de adormecer
Sombras dançam nos teus olhos
Será que vão aparecer???
Não é real o que estás a ver
No escuro, nada consegues tocar
Apenas o frio do ar
Mas tens que voltar,
Não consegues aguentar
Ganha forças e sai, sai, sai
Mortes pesadelos
Não consegues vê-los
Sai, sai, sai
Quero mudar
Perseguem-te na noite
Una olhos vermelhos
Personagens irreais
Sentes o medo, frios arrepios
Cobres o corpo a tremer
Corpos inertes de vida vazios
Amontoados pelo chão
Mãos estendidas tentam puxar-te
Há que fugir desta visão
Não é real o que estás a ver
No escuro, nada consegues tocar
Apenas o frio do ar
Mas tens que voltar,
Não consegues aguentar
Ganha forças e sai, sai, sai
Mortes pesadelos
Não consegues vê-los
Sai, sai, sai
Quero mudar
Ganha forças e sai, sai, sai
Mortes pesadelos
Não consegues vê-los
Sai, sai, sai
Quero mudar
Não é real o que estás a ver
No escuro, nada consegues tocar
Apenas o frio do ar
Mas tens que voltar,
Não consegues aguentar
Ganha forças e sai, sai, sai
Mortes pesadelos
Não consegues vê-los
Sai, sai, sai
Quero mudar
Ganha forças e sai, sai, sai
Mortes pesadelos
Não consegues vê-los
Sai, sai, sai
Quero mudar
SAI, SAI, SAI
Ganha forças e SAI, SAI, SAI
SAI, SAI, SAI
Ganha forças e SAI, SAI, SAI
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Malade Odivelas, Portugal
Malade is a Lisbon Post Black / Death Metal band founded in 2016. Since its beginning, the sound has evolved and the line-up
has adapted, but always maintaining its genesis, the cult of the disease that we all carry.
-|--The interpretation of the disease is always ours and expressed by each one of us. -|--
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