Fantasmal Lyrics
Fantasmal - Lyrics (Translation)
Fantasmal - Lyrics (Translation)
Chorus
And I feel the throbbing in my body,
a ghostly presence.
I am short of air when I breathe.
It is this man's disorder.
(and I feel it in my room when I wake up)
The souls from beyond,
hell is their courtroom.
(and the demon that hides)
Verse 1 - Fortune Machine
Shouts are heard in the skies when Mente Enferma sings.
Witches laugh, wolves howl and the dead wake up.
Abnormal blocked presences in this war,
they are the guardians of this oracle in the ranks of lost souls.
I set foot on this earth and ghosts revealed themselves,
between the drama and the mystery of an empire in decline.
Sunk in the misfortune of these dark consequences,
I wander among the system, in a world of survival.
Subjected to the chains, I feel the devil is very close ...
I have lost hope and death follows me in my footsteps.
The path I don’t know and the truth is always uncertain.
The pain does not end and time never returns;
A voice seduces me, a soul induces and talks to me.
The danger is imminent, seer is this warning.
Disaster is necessary to sculpt the new ages.
And thus give transcendence to the church and its pestilence.
I release from my flesh the despair of anxiety.
The helplessness that makes me sick and the chaotic experiences,
burying opponents or cutting off their heads,
leaving this legacy, as light leaves the darkness.
A presence, visual horror, mental shock is usually the cause….
Verse 2 - Free Soul
The nights and their spirits are navigating in my pages.
The dynamic cruel death, the mind a little static.
Souls are compacted, sacrifices of tomorrow.
My body is abducted by demons and ghosts,
in an orgy with witches and accompanying nuns.
The gloomy night is purifying my soul.
THE MACHINE AND THE FORTUNE, the ghosts that wander,
in oracles of the world between ice and fire,
blasphemers are dazzled, but karma claims them.
Sheltered in the shadows, they are reptiles without scales.
Be careful if you name me, I reveal myself at dawn.
Dominant of your shadow, of your voice and your gaze,
It's atrocious but the way the oz hangs on,
locked in your memory of the story told today.
Don't leave me next to the mummies that are prostrate in bed,
in ritual ceremonies with the goblins who deceive me.
Three monks give a verdict, no one runs from death,
neither the baddest, nor the healthiest, nor the sick, nor the noblest,
Let the worms eat me, let my body unfold.
This seal signs a pact in meetings with the gods.
My writings are profane, I make the HIP HOP invoke me.
The spells that the magician gives by blowing or tapping.
Nobody knows what I do nor do I think they care.
Hand in hand with the devil in this man's dreams.
MACHINE AND LA FORTUNE.
The ghosts that wander in oracles of the world,
between lineage, ice and flame.
Chorus
And I feel the throbbing in my body,
a ghostly presence.
I am short of air when I breathe.
It is this man's disorder.
(and I feel it in my room when I wake up)
The souls from beyond,
hell is their courtroom.
(and the demon that hides)