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PYOPOESY LYRICS
"Ecclesia - Peccatum" (2001 Demo)
1. Inquisition
2. Simulakrum
3. Deus le volt !
4. Fortuneless? Lifegivining?
5. The gate of mind
6. La nuit de Bartolomei
7. I am rebel (Accept cover)
1. Inquisition
we the sword... we the mind
on this earth...
we shall just make the god´s kingdom
of this earth...
a sword stab in the back
twinge now
darkness shall be
in the name of god
women and children lamenting
by a death pyre
flames of the almighty schorching
held guilty
sin,faith to sin
sin,faith to sin
who ...what seals a man´s fate
who is almighty
to put the hands on man´s worthest
who have sent the sword
death and fire of human liar
which voice is calling
we the sword...we the mind
on this earth
we shall just make the god´s kingdom
of this earth...
sin,faith to sin
sin,faith to sin
church tribunal haunting to kill
no limits to trail a warpath
church tribunal build a walls of the human bones
suffering with blood filled up their temple
church...tribunal...inquisition
2. Simulakrum
adversity caged
you can´t show anything
waking up in remembrance for an Eden
you can´t say...
cas you turn a sympathy
as the sadness penetrates through an open veins
rainy mornings are just a sunrising
forget all´round you
all the splendid pictures
all who comes back
to meet death... to meet life
so many tears that you scorn through
bathing in best of luck
in other state of mind
there´s a vaccum you´re all in
so many words that you say nothing with
philantropy´s only seccond mind
money unlock the door to lunatics
in the end still to say...
forget all ´round you
all the close what comes far away
all the enjoy what misses everywhere
all that...
3. Deus le volt !
Stupid eight grand crusades
so many inferior ones along
an impudent burning
cities in exterminating
deus le volt!
the Pope said
the crusade means all the repentance
and crusaders make their purge
deus le volt!deus le volt!
to kill, to murder in the name of God
how many people raised the sword
against the unbelievers
against those who think other way
so this way´s your God
both killer and malice
how many fanatics saddle their horses
whipping them to gallop so far
to take possession of what´s not of them
deus le volt!
a purge for every unbeliever
a pass to Eden for every dead
deus...
At papa dicere:
crucis expeditio restituere
omnia mores emendare at miles christianis
tutum reddere remissio omnia improbitas.
4. Fortuneless? Lifegivining?
The outline of his wingy being
just I´ve felt like somewhat weird
contradictions unexplained
now I´m in what to be enlightened
blowing a fuse whether some joy to choose
all my flesh swamped
in scorching maleficence
that pervades to a stinging sweetness
who is he,mysterious being
who´s been allowed to hide you under his wings
to bring you there to his kingdom up high
a myriad of thoughts twisting your head
why,what for? a fuse inside of me
just getting strong
I´m the other little figure
on a chessboard of the fortune
a little figure whose fortune´s
pulled down under
feeling like a vessel so utterly full
with all the things profane
a vessel missing backside
living interior of no mind balance
5. The gate of mind
We you feel thet in silence of a cave
enchanted by cryptogamic
sodden with timelessness
walk upon the walls so wet
where swallowed you´re in
there´s time accursed
in unrebuildable forms
of insuperable passions
deeper and deeper
still you make your way through
no access behind
just look for the gate of time
blown in a myriad of solstices
just try to step across your mind
as a newborn child comes to the light of a day
just bear the pain of birth as mothers use to bera
just come close to your soul
more than you do with others
got to ralise there´s only you
your life still belongs to
push away the sinful minds
that´s the burden of the weak
look at your face in a mirror
the shade that obfuscate
is now getting clearer
6. La nuit de Bartolomei
Looking
A fine sunshine day of august dated 1572
…all the stages set
…all the hoard brilliant
burgess dressed in festive attire
town ablazed and festal ever
going to hold a conciliating celebration
under cover of wedding
slaughter!..undercovered cowards and friends
murder!..indulgence in the name of Messiah
massacre!..highlights of the wedding feast
creed!..hate and demise
thousands of flowers flit about
overwhelming their dark steps to altar
on the path that´s without a love
entangled in a secrecy of treason and revenge
both believing that´s the way to do
but playing the white figures
in the hands of the forceful fanaticized catholics
the ones without souls
just like an angry dogs
horny for the bloody hooray
…all the brilliant,all the festal
a feast about to burst out
King´s exploited and scared
makes a getback of no mercy
the pogrom have begun
against Hugenot guests
fratricidal horror strife
in the name of God
human narrow-mindedness
the inflation knows no bounds
triumphed over life and death
7. I am rebel (Accept cover)
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