Orchids (Prelude to The Darkest Flower)

What’s that little rose?
That small seed floating through the air…
I’m having a bad feeling about that!
I wonder if…

The feeling I’m having
Since that day
When that strange Seed
Cross my way

I didn’t saw
The place she landed
But the dark covers
Where her journey ended

Since the day
Of that awful sight
The Earth became sick
And lost her bright

From what I feel
From what I see
Nothing will be the same
It has become, it will be…

That bad seed
It’s now spreading thorns
She is now a flower
Making all animals ran off

As I now remember
Those anguish days
I stand here lying down
With thorns around my veins

Earth please help me
I have thorns around me
I see you crying
Sorry mother for I’m dying

The Darkest Flower

And what eternity has sowed
Forever it shall grow...

I
In the stormy sky
In a windy night
Creatures of all kind
Are trying to hide

Beneath a solid rock
Or in an old good tree...
They are afraid of something
What can that be?

II
The forest lost her green
For that the wind has bring
The darkness has covered everything
A new Flower powerful and mean...

III
By the night she came
Floating in the wind
“The Dark Seed” it is called
Because the night has bring
The fallen of the green

IV
A few days have passed
Since the seed stopped
And is now all over the forest
Making the others flowers smaller

Y
The seed is now a flower
She grow to much for the others
They have all disappeared
Under the thorns of the Queen...

The Darkest Flower

A Sombra do Olhar

O olhar é uma sombra
Reflectido na luz da vida
Manifesta-se na penumbra
Espalha-se pelo sentido

O vidro reluz
A sombra embriagada
Em danças seduz
A aura enclausurada

Por fim o tempo cresce
Relógios e ampulhetas
Na noite o sol nasce
Renascem as silhuetas

Move-se o centro espiritual
Selva dominante e teatral
Esfera deslizante do plural
Encontro da alma espectral…

Ode to Moonlight (Embrace of Lovers)

Above the mountain there she lays
Her bright light through the night prevails
Amid the forest of sanctum shrines
Where the creatures join in crimes

In thy realm… fields of gold
Under the reflection of light foretold
A dance to celebrate the cosmic dusk
Where each creature uses a tragic mask

The orgy extends to the rise of dawn
Creatures run at the sound of the horn
'Till again you embrace the earth
To welcome the coming of a new rebirth

Upon the mountain the howl of the Wolf
By night and stormy skies
Reflexes of thy light in rain
Recital of light in haze

The beauty of your pale white light
Creations of shadows through the night
By the mountains, the forest, the lake
All creatures… ecstatic… contemplating your face…

By thy light the howling of wolves
The arrival, silent and loom
The place of mystical veils
By the thorns and roses trail

The pale light pass through the woods
Directly into the goddess womb…
Awaking her drunken soul
Among the lickings of the wolves

Under the thunder sounds
I float above the ground
Searching you my Queen
Now… awake from your sleep

I see the moonlight brighten thy face
My soul rejoice with the vision of our embrace
Thy children trying to obfuscate your lure
I got closer to offer thee my soul

Blessed By the light of Artemis
Our hearts in own redeems
A clasp for us it seems
Under thee precious Queen…

November

Este é o resultado de uma tarde a recordar os velhos tempos com o Victor Hugo.
É bom saber que a magic ainda existe e que num curtíssimo espaço de tempo saiu uma musica.
Esta versão é tal e tal como foi tocada à primeira pelo que tem uns tantos pregos... :)
Simplesmente fabuloso!

Embracing Memories

Jam com o meu amigo Victor Hugo!
Foi muito bom recordar os velhos tempos!

Insightful

Intuition has become
The six sense of the soul
It has yearn a income
From the bowls of the knoll

A face marble is carved
Transpiring unwillingly
An expectation starved
Waiting in agony

Once I became abroad
Of my own feelings
As I arouse defraud
From a new beginning

Contemplativa

Abriu mais um espaço de cultura interior e desabafos.

Contemplativa

Tempo Morto

Remanesce sentimento
Que a vida reluz
Onde a cada batimento
A alma seduz

E a demora do tédio
Pelo tempo, pelas batidas
No relógio o assédio
Em vulgares cantigas

E o torpor assola
Cada musculo do corpo
E a mente viola
Mas em tudo sabe a pouco

E o mundo é absorto
Na montra da realidade
É que no tempo morto
O desespero é a verdade