Letras Moonspell

[helldanger1]

Tenebrarum Oratorium”




The Majestic horns of Baphomet
are indeed our occult banners proudly up in the air!
The androgenious light of Lucipher
is our noble passion, most dear and rare!
Oh! Faustian spirit of conquest
May be thy allied in this infimious battle
Against the Arauts of Desrespect
Those who step with muddy feet the sapient inscriptions of our cradle.
To our strenghtening I proudly confess:
I worship thee, for they are my weapons to hurt god.
Oh! Great wings of Beelzebuth
Will you honour me and lay the head
of a son of caym, in the soft sands of Manitou
Where I'll sleep under this neophyth Sky of Anxiety.
For the dawn of Knowledge has a Southern Sign
Delfos will once again desveil its light
And those with eyes will drink this precious wine
But for the blind, Ignorance shall be the only sight!
To our strenghtening I will re-affirm:
I worship thee. They are my Shield.
And their message I shall reveal.
Because: "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"
And this Southern blend of esoteric sapience
This sensual Mediterranic Philosophy
Will be the only and holy science
And these lines both dream and prophecy!
"Ecce Homo!" - Those you'll call the Wise
Who will destroy this pitful hole of common sense
of desrespect for the true occult devise
Those who from, the lambs, shall feel the sharpened spears of Intelligence!
I worship thee. "Quod sciptum, Scripsi!"
I worship thee. "Consummatum est!"
Langsuyar T. Rex
Fall 1993 e.v.

 

[helldanger1]

Than The Serpents In My Arms”




”Dorme, dorme meu menino
dorme no mar dos sargaços
que mais vale o mar a pino
que as serpentes nos meus braços”
-Mário Cesáriny

And when all life as you know it
-fails
all ghostlike lips taste just the
-same
What better comfort can you find
Than the serpents in my arms

Sleep, sleep now my child
In the sea of crystal Trouble
For better is the violent sigh
Than all that you leave behind

In your eyes a dark so subtle
Tells you walk, but never fly
To leave us all behind

And when all life as you know it
-fails
all ghostlike lips taste just the
-same
What better comfort can you find
Than the serpents in my arms


Down, down terrible child
To look at it is a sin
For better is to hold that smile
Than all that you leave behind

In your eyes a mark so subtle
Tells you walk, but never fly
To leave us all behind

And when all life as you know it
-fails
all ghostlike lips taste just the
-same
What better comfort can you find
Than the serpents in my arms

 

[helldanger1]

The Hanged Man”




Put your arms around my neck
just like a pathetic lace of death
displays like a tarot deck
I am the card of the hanged man

and here I stand
with a flame on my hand
do you understand?

If there is hope for me
she is flirting with the breeze
on a peculiar choreography
with the dead arms of some old southern tree

silently, lips sealed against me
silently, wanna walk with me?

And it makes you wanna know
if in all the stories the truth is really told

And it makes you wanna reborn
and like a snake crawl every warm season
Into a different form

When you can still kill me,
when you can still cure me. Cure me.

Put your lace around my face
just like a fairytale
through the blank of my closed eyes
you can foresee the rope within

And it makes you wanna know
how deep have you truly flown

And it makes you wanna ride
through the fake suicide of someone
already dead inside

Still you walk with me, silently

And it makes you wanna disclaim
something you had really never learnt

And it makes you wanna stay
forever tangled in the pale arms of some hanged man

Here I stand. To understand.
Violently. I have you with me

 

[helldanger1]

The Solitary Vice”




I will manipulate you
Until it becomes a vice
I will dispose of you
Until it becomes a vice
Let me exxagerate you
Distort you from inside out
love you by different rules
fuck you up to your soul
I will pretend I love you
To know what is like
Then come in my own mouth
To feel what is like
Let me desecrate you
Spit you when I´m down
Let me banalize you
Until you are adored

Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I want
Is your strange kind of power
Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I need
Is your strange kind of power

I will insist on you
Until you become the Truth
I will decay with you
Until you become the Ruin
Let me celebrate here
Now that nothing is left of you
Let me celebrate now
Here´s nothing left of you

Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I want
Is your strange kind of power
Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I need
Is your strange kind of power


I will dispose of you.I will manipulate you
I will discard of you but I will believe in you

 

[helldanger1]

The Southern Deathstyle”




The silver bullet - so earthly fast.
Forever Rope - so hard to find.
The silver bullet - so earthly thrashed.
Forever Rope - symbol of Trust.
The mandrake's root, your restless lover.
The Morning blade, first to awake.
The morning shame that you can't take.
The Mandrake's root. In venenum veritas...
The silver bullet. The Southern Deathstyle.
Forever Rope - forever tied.
The mandrake's pill - your magic route to nowhere.
The morning breaks - it's lunar still...
The Elements all moulded together.
A family whose name is Death.
The Elements in circlefear.
Bullet, Root, Blade and Rope
All hold so dear!

 

[helldanger1]

Tired”




Maybe I am the man with those mystic two heads
one facing down, the other facing back
but I don't know who I am
and you still don't know who I am

Maybe I am the man with the legendary four hands
To finger, to heal, crave and strangulate
but I don't know who I am
and you still don't know who I am

I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been
I am exhausted of returning from a place I've never been

Maybe I am the man of the universal two words
The lie and the lie, the scorn and the scorn
You want to know how I am
To forgive me what I am

I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been
I am exhausted of returning from a place I've never been

I forgot who I am but I am too tired to be it
I forgot who I am but I am too tired to live/leave it

I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been
I am exhausted of returning from a place I've never been

 

[helldanger1]

Translation For Opius Diabolicum”



"Fly, serpent of pride,
Mother of earth, our Mother
Law of those who claim
For the Homo Natura, for the flame,
Fly erotic Pentagram
And destroy, destroy those who love us."
Langsuyar T. Rex
Fall 1993 e.v.
"I would masturbate over your divinity,
Sodomize you if your feeble existence
would offer an ass to my incontinence;
My arm thy heart would pull out
So that with my profound horror better could I penetrate you."

 

[helldanger1]

Trebaruna”




Trebraruna filha da Dor
Guerreira sagrada, Deusa do Amor
Trebraruna teu leito semente
Acolhe-nos agora num muy doce abraço
Trebraruna és Vida és Morte
da Lua és filha, dos Lobos consorte
Trebraruna pagão é teu ventre
Ansiado refúgio de quem ainda te sente
Viva!
Trebraruna és tu quem nos gera
Alimento teu seio d'Amor e de Guerra
Trebraruna a tua voz é
a melodia mais doce da nossa Terra
Trebraruna nós tuas crianças
Beijamos teus olhos cerrados com fervor
Trebraruna cantamos para ti
Somos teu eterno, fiel trovador

 

[helldanger1]

Upon The Blood of Men”




Hate is the place where a man finally is
That flame that feels us cooler
Hate is the place where a man finally wins
The character in the stronger
An ambition never seen
I refuse to turn my face away
Never waited on you brothers of blood
Your tomorrow was yesterday

Greater lessons learned
Upon the blood of Men
Disaster struck higher than others
Greater lessons learned
Upon the blood of Men
A destiny like no other

Hate is the place where a man finally enters
To claim the freedom to escape
Hate is what grows in disturb between us
Tenderness, heartache and shame
In the challenge of our dreams
Memory will bring us together
Screaming in the heart of the insane
For tomorrow was yesterday

Greater lessons learned
Upon the blood of Men
Disaster struck higher than others
Greater lessons learned
Upon the blood of Men
A destiny like no other

(Men so violently ashamed)

A creation like no other
Refused upon the blood of me
Never wait, for everything is vain
And tomorrow was yesterday

Greater lessons learned
Upon the blood of Men
Disaster struck higher than others
Greater lessons learned
Upon the blood of Men
A destiny like no other
A tragedy like no other

 

[helldanger1]

Vampiria”




Vampiria, you are my destiny
My only Love and true destiny
Vampiria...
You¹re a beast, evil one
Above your head lays a Star
In your heart is buried the jewel
of a Serpent who wished to die
your red long tongue has her poison
And you will spread it as you breed
In a unique Transylvanian dream
Conceiving the creed of all creeds
Vampiria, fly Vampiria
In your eye burn, defying
All those who in silence sleep
In a city once named Desire
Dreaming with the entombed dear
The lady has fallen in a blossom
Spread far away by undesirable winds
To females conspiring in gloom
Hiding your pearls from the pigs
So open your arms !
They were shaped as wings
A serenade of revenge draw in your lips
The sombre hill you¹re staying in
Is now defined
And your Star had start to shine
Depart now on your bright wings
The world envy
The skies have always seduced you
Precious Queen
and you know your time has come
To fly away with Me, so far...

 

[helldanger1]

Wolfshade”




She brought the Night hidden in her sad Wolf eyes
The perfume of a twilight, her strongest scent
Half Wolf, Half female - what a strange wedding
Mother Nature has offered us to see...
Her mask lays lost in a fatal dawn
Closed were the eyes of the Sun. He sleeps.
And in the name of Her Father.
She will kill. My child kills.
You nightly birth. A requiem God can't forget.
For your life is just a celebration of his death
Without his thorns in her heart. She wears a shadow as face.
A werewolf masquerade. In her eyes the wolfshade.
She brought the Night and by the night was brought
We are but children of the powers she had set free
Strange are the ways of the wolfhearted...

 

[helldanger1]

Wolves From The Fog”




Hear the howling...
Narration:
As the light falls and darkness paints the sky in black, a
cold Moon shines
and the red somber eyes awake, the forest whispers..Oh! Whis-
pers my
unholy name,
from a frozen Mist I rise, I, Wolf, rise!
And my brothers will attack under this blood sign...

Wolves from the fog will join in a nocturnal operetta.
When the wind sounds bohemia and the trumpets loud bacanal.
Oh! Fausts and ninfs the joy of Nahima, Mistress of the Sab-
bat.
Soon we'll be embraced by our father - the one with horns.
Satan is rejoicing in pleasure destroying the shapes of flesh.
... and once again from the fog, with horns on head came the
Wolf carrying in is shoulder the sacrifice, a beauty to this Walpurgis Eve.
As, to the somber image of our God, the Wolf with Horns I walk!