quinta-feira, 15 de abril de 2010

Son of Devil

your destiny is the misfortune

you were born in the evil

son of Devil

Under a hot black mantle

Among pain, tears and hate

Somebody is prepared for the battle

between the darkness and the light

You are the one, the chosen of the devil

you, that who didn't have hopes

you never felt the beautiful that is the happiness

because you always lived in the darkness

you have a black empty heart

surrounded by the worst satanic curses

big is the power to change the beautiful for the horrible

you were named to do terrible things

your destiny is the misfortune

you were born in the evil

son of Devil

the bale that you carry is powerful

desiring an afflicted end, bloody and hateful

you’ll like this to free your pathetic wish

and to turn the king of a world adorned of shit

You are the one, the chosen of the devil

you, that who didn't have hopes

you never felt the beautiful that is the happiness

because you always lived in the darkness

your destiny is the misfortune

you were born in the evil

son of Devil

Vampiro



I’m walking in the night, in the shadow

Looking for fresh blood, I’ll swallow

There are people coming behind

Never expect the old vampire they’ll find

This is the way I lived for many years,

That’s why I’ve lost all my fears

Never feel sorry about a woman or a child

Don’t care, that’s why I’ve become so wild

Ami é vampiro

Mi é bu sombra di noti

Ami é vampiro

Prepara pa bu morti

There is no solution for my addiction

I created a monster inside of me

Now I kill for blood without caution

No longer there is solution for me

Ami é vampiro

Mi é bu sombra di noti

Ami é vampiro

Prepara pa bu morti

I survive alone without having to think

If tomorrow you’ll be the next victim

But I always think that exist a link

Between the prey and the predator

I ask myself if some day

My precious one addict will have an end

Wanted to know which will be my way

I prefer to die like an evilsend

Ami é vampiro

Mi é bu sombra di noti

Ami é vampiro

Prepara pa bu morti