Ocaso Lyrics
Ocaso - Lyrics (Translation)
Ocaso - Lyrics (Translation)
Choro
Curse.
I am a prisoner within myself.
(The fortune of failure),
Disappointment while talking to God.
(Refugees at sunset).
2x
Verse 1 - Fortune Machine
Illusions that attack me make this battle long.
I am a victim of fate and another prey in its clutches.
The pain I feel tears and the suspense strikes back.
My throat spits fire and these words burn me.
My face spits out the drama as an image of infamy.
Tracing the pentagram I dance to the rhythm of misfortunes.
Funerary ballads of a beat that degrades.
Peace is never achieved and this threat does not rest.
The devil continues in search of that guardian angel.
And he has come after my soul surrounded by a thousand ghosts.
There is no magic that saved me and deviates me from this trap.
Very strange circumstances make mornings long.
Falling into the sunset stripped of their wings,
I see the angels who spoke, pointed and judged, now they are silent ...
The time has come when I sharpen my katana,
with a long tongue neck and those torn masks,
The guild, the slaughter, that now stains the horizon with blood
of the fake ones and the gods of men.
LA FREE SOUL, LA FORTUNE with anger looking
towards the sunset, for a world that does not break (does not break ...)
Time is running out you dirty miserable human.
Verse 2 - Free Soul
Scrolls of failure that reach the stars.
In special rituals the ghosts are in a cloak.
Between the howls of animals and the worms in my skull,
black flowers, funerals, the black robes of the flock,
there are prayers in rap J.E MACHINE AL PACTO,
MENTE ENFERMA, eternal blood, free souls of the piece,
There are two worlds that agree between the lines,
obsolete to these refugees at sunset,
I'm hanging love and its allies to the chains,
but I open those doors where resentment has settled,
Welcome to my cursed and unfortunate dinner,
in the halls of a grieving soul with a soulless beat.
The chains are broken now if you feel the impact,
with a verse that poisons, blessed by the stars,
apocalypse prediction, three horsemen and a horse.
Life, death in an eclipse is the judgment of the devil.
Paradigms that deceive you are wrapped in black cloth,
where spiders weave there is a green rope, you wait,
the scream of the clear moon against wild beasts,
where the ghosts are condemning my pain.
Choro
Curse.
I am a prisoner within myself.
(The fortune of failure),
Disappointment while talking to God.
(Refugees at sunset).
2x
Verse 3 - Fortune Machine and Free soul
The gods scream at me, the dark secrets
of tyrants, the dead of this empire,
Slaves of time living in rejection,
suffering the excess, falling into the sunset.
Insanity in those who keep the mysteries,
spread fear in the minds of humans.
One collapses, in the spaces of fire lost in millennium.
Thrown out of heaven, baptized sick.
I move to the ghettos to the streets of hell.
I chase the stars, silhouettes of monsters.
Suffering at the price of flesh, blood and bones.
Immersed in my notebook, wrecked in fragments of knowledge
and I write perfectly composed fractals,
voracious lyrics that I leave in my texts.
She seduces and undresses me, her silhouette is like lightning.
Decipher the scars that forgetfulness has left him.
It is becoming more difficult, water has transformed into blood,
From the fucking center, called FREE SOUL, my brothers,
Hand in hand in my consciousness in the heat of cold nights,
transforming my impotence, my morphology virtue.
Endless double "H" decays all day,
whom everyone despises an adept in symphony ...
Choro
Curse.
I am a prisoner within myself.
(The fortune of failure),
Disappointment while talking to God.
(Refugees at sunset).
2x