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NECROFILY LYRICS
"Beyond God & Devil" (2000 Demo)
1. Hero's Death Toll
2. Natura Conflict
3. Blood In Trying
4. Trip With Sir Jimmay
5. 4.Self.Defence
6. Painful Zombie
1. Hero's Death Toll
hERO's Death Toll
"(...) E todo aquele que escandalizar um destes pequenos que crêem em mim, melhor lhe fora que lhe atassem à roda do pescoço uma mó de atafona, e que o lançassem ao mar (...)"
(Marcos,IX,42 in Bíblia)
Who Created?
You?
This is the overtake Theory
Of Humankind explanation,
Many contradictions oneself,
Life buoy for the mental weeks,
Who need a leader fantasy,
To command your empty,
Meaningless lives.
Youre addicted, and your eyes,
Cant see the reason
Of this wars and suffering.
This Life,
With Death,
No gOD,
Just You,
And Me.
Just You,
And They.
Just Believe in yourself
See the irony, when they boast the hEROs Death Tool in theirs necks
Love the fellow-creature,
Love your enemy,
Dont fall in vengeance,
Dont steal from me
Why hE doesnt forgive?
Your meaningless sin,
When hE said that,
You must forgive m
2. Natura Conflict
Natura Conflict
SILENCE AND PAIN
FALLING IN LOVE
IN A COLD DESERT
I BECOME
IN A UNTRULY STATEMENT
I BELIVE
DARK NEONS
EYES FIXED WITH
LIFE’S RUMBLE
ICED TEARS
REPLACE MY SWEAT
THE LIGHTHOUSE’S DOOR
IS ALWAYS DARK
IN THE CRISTIAN CRADLE
SATAN WAS BORN
AND AS A MOUNTAIN
WITHOUT HIGHNESS
I BREATHE WITHOUT AIR
I CRY WITHOUT TEARS
I SCREAM WITHOUT SOUND
GLASS TINCKLES
WIND SAID TO ME
SO MANY WORDS
I CAN’T UNDERSTAND ALL OF THEM
COLD BLOW PARALISE
YOUR INNER JEWEL
YOUR CONCENT TIE UP
YOUR OWN BLINDFOLD
FAKED BELIVERS CONTRADICT
WHAT THEY’VE PROCLAIM.
WALK ME ON THIS BLACK TRAIL
FACE ME SHOWING YOUR FEARS
THROUGH DOWN WITHOUT A SAFETY NET
SPEED UP MY INNER CONSUMATION.
SET FREE THIS ARRESTED DESIRES
CALCULATE YOUR FUTURE WITH
NUMBERS OF YOUR PAST
3. Blood In Trying
Blood In Trying
I’m the one, who walks
In the dark path,
Wondering how this
Height of sadness,
Rapes my mind.
Tension tears embrace my face,
Faked fantasies rules common life,
Frustration rises like morning’s sun,
In top, rage and insanity collapse.
I cannot fight,
So alone, (x 2) Chorus
But I keep trying,
`Till my end…
(First verse)
Arm sweat blood in trying,
Like fatal venom in your veins,
Your color’s eyes change,
As the greens grows,
In your corrupt pocket.
Sadness rapes my mind…
(Chorus)
Bow your life in desperate waste,
Bow down the possibility of truth.
4. Trip With Sir Jimmay
Trip With Sir Jimmay
SIR JIM SHALL
AM I INSANE?
CANE, GAIN
SIR JIM WITH HIS FANCY CANE
WILL SOON STRIKE
STRIKE AGAIN
SIR JIM CUTS
CUTS THEM FIRST, DAMN IT
ONE WHORE IN HEAVEN
TWO WHORES SIDE BY SIDE
THREE WHORES WILL HAVE DIED
HE LIKES TO WRITE WITH HIS PEN
SIX LITTLE WHORES, GLAD TO BE ALIVE
ONE SIDLES UP TO JACK, THEN THERE ARE FIVE.
FOUR AND WHORE RHYME ARIGHT,
SO DO THREE AND ME
I’LL SET THE TOWN ALIGHT
SIX LITTLE WHORES, GLAD TO BE ALIVE
ONE SIDLES UP TO JACK, THEN THERE ARE FIVE.
Pain, Torment And Rage (*)
Let Unrepressed Strength Grow
To Feed My Insanity
I’ll Cut Your Lack Of Shame
And See Your Blood Come Up
From Your Poisoned Eyes
With my hands stained of Justice.
EIGHT LITTLE WHORES
WITH NO HOPE OF HEAVEN
GLADSTONE MAY HAVE ONE
THEN THERE’LL BE SEVEN
SEVEN LITTLE WHORES
BEGGING FOR A SHILING
ONE STAYS IN HENEAGE COURT
THEN THERE’S A KILLING
5. 4.Self.Defence
Self.Defence
Missionaries, with the word of gOD,
In this third world, delivering promises,
Of peace and justice for all.
In this chapter, humanity prepares himself,
To believe in those words,
How fool they can be, to trust in humanity.
Murders, killing with their own will,
Nobody capable to put an end to this (x3)
Nobody capable to put an end to this Hypocrite ill.
We’re sorry But you no longer exist.
4.SELF.DEFENCE.
So in self-defence I kill you…
Like an animal when he’s threaded
Your leaders have taking us,
To respect them and elect them,
And in your back, they’re the decease.
So help me gOD, if I wouldn’t cut their throat,
Taking their useless bodies from their heads,
I will cut piece by piece and
Give them to feed the hungry vultures.
(first verse)
6. Painful Zombie
Painful Zombie
Dark poison becomes my blood,
Iced tears cool dawn my inflamed pain.
What Sorcery arrives me?
Empathy for the insane,
Scorch-chained flesh,
Rambles in the vast mind,
Crumbles for no regret,
I can see and can get,
The others pleasured desire.
For my demise,
For your desire,
For your demise,
For my desire.
Tempting mistress,
I my own fault,
Desolate plains,
My body inclines,
The ground of mounting tyranny,
The face of misanthropy,
The horror that you’ll see,
My Honest occurdly,
My chaotic veil,
My Blooming doom,
Where my flesh will unfold
And they turn me in a Painful Zombie
“ (…) What before please’d them all, takes but one sense,
And that so lamely, as it leaves behind
A kind of sorrowing dullness to the mind. (…)”
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