In nomine Diabulus et
Belial, Satan, Lucifer, Astaroth et Yahve
Night falls, eternal fog
Light has hidden
Barren cold, break and freeze
Tears from the heart
Life dreams that it sees itself die
in fragments of fear its hard to live
dreams of death, stay awake
holy sentence, Auto-da-fe
In the name of the only religion
We dictate your sentence and condemn you
to the pious purification
of fire and pain
In God's hands you must place your soul
your estate and all of your sins.
Accept Christ and entrust yourself
for you will soon give accounts to him
Diabulus in Gaia
Missit me Dominus
Diabulus in Gaia
Missit me Dominus
I wish I was the wind so I could
flee from myself
To quiet silence, to mute terror
I don't want to die
I will invent myself another life
I will decorate my dreams
and cover them with your kisses -he thought-
Burn my soul also!
You grumble about Satan, his works and his vices?
Of necromancy, magic and tarot?
I am the virtue of the church and all of its principles
if you don't repent your soul will be condemned
Today freedom has fallen asleep and become silent
Today freedom has closed owing to bereavement
Today freedom has died of sorrow and melancholy
Today there is no freedom
God isn't here today nor will he come
I wish I was oblivion so as to never remember
I wish I was the breeze and be able to caress life once more
How cold is the promise of another life next to God
If in this one he was absent, he didn't even know about him, the fire is his coffin.
Before you die and the fire does its job, do you accept Christ, his church and his power?
Do you renounce the god called nature?
Gaia is only the mother of sin and terror!
Today freedom has fallen asleep and become silent
Today freedom has closed owing to bereavement
Today freedom has died of sorrow and melancholy
Today there is no freedom
God isn't here today nor will he come
In nomine Diabulus et
Belial, Satan, Lucifer, Astaroth et Yahve
Gaia
Gaia
Today life rains sorrows
drops of desperation
my tears are rivers, veins
draining my heart
The memory of a woman
are the kisses she received
in your lips I will live and in
your oblivion I will die
Today my tears want to commit suicide
snuggled up, to die on your skin
they were born dry, they are thirsty
today my weeping wants to die
My voice is like a promised kiss to your soul
I am the did and what has lived
I am calmness, I am your God
Close your eyes and I shall take you
to where dreams become song
life hurts, I will heal you
sleep and dream, my voice soothes you
Today my tears want to commit suicide
snuggled up, to die on your skin
they were born dry, they are thirsty
today my weeping wants to die
If your tears want to commit suicide
save them, for you will cry
you shall cry oceans of peace
sleep, the pain is gone!
In the name of freedom, faith in oneself and peace,
burn flags, Not religon!
and your God shall be song
composed with the heart
and your country shall be where your feet take you!
Missit me Dominus
Missit me Diabulus
Missit me Satanas
Now I am finally air and my curse will fall
the end of this church will soon come,
my voice shall awake!
Today freedom has fallen asleep and become silent
Today freedom has closed owing to bereavement
Today freedom has died of sorrow and melancholy
Today there is no freedom
God isn't here today nor will he come
Today freedom has fallen asleep and become silent
Today freedom has closed owing to bereavement
Today freedom has died of sorrow and melancholy
Today there is no freedom
God isn't here today nor will he COME!!!
Our father, of all of us
of the poor, of those without shelter
of the marginalized and unprotected ones
of the disinherited ones and the owners of misery
of the ones that follow you and the ones that
no longer believe in you
Come down from the heavens, for hell is here
come down from your throne, for here there are wars, famines, injustices
There's no need for you to be one and trinity
it would be enough for us with just one that wants to help
Which is your kingdom?
The vatican?
The economy?
High politics?
Our kingdom is Nigeria, Ethiopia, Colombia, Hiroshima.
Our daily bread are rapes, sexism, pedophilia, dictatorships, global warming.
I fall into temptation daily.
there is no tomorrow in which I'm not tempted into creating a humble, fair God.
A God that is here on Earth, in the valleys, in the rivers,
A God that lives in the rain.
A God that travels through the air and caresses our souls.
A God of the sad, of the homosexuals.
A God that is more human.
A god that doesn't punish, but teach
A God that doesn't threaten, but protect.
that if I fall, he'll pick me up
If get lost, he'll lend me a hand
A God that doesn't blame me if I trespass
and if I doubt, he'll understand.
For that is why he endowed me with intelligence, to doubt everything.
Our Father, of all us,
Why have you forgotten us?
Our Father, blind, deaf and careless,
Why have you forsaken us?
Here is my translation:
The Cantata of the Devil (Missit me Dominus)
In nomine Diabulus et Belial, Satan, Lucifer, Astaroth et Yahve
Night falls, eternal fog Light has hidden Barren cold, break and freeze Tears from the heart
Life dreams that it sees itself die in fragments of fear its hard to live dreams of death, stay awake holy sentence, Auto-da-fe
In the name of the only religion We dictate your sentence and condemn you to the pious purification of fire and pain
In God's hands you must place your soul your estate and all of your sins. Accept Christ and entrust yourself for you will soon give accounts to him
Diabulus in Gaia Missit me Dominus Diabulus in Gaia Missit me Dominus
I wish I was the wind so I could flee from myself To quiet silence, to mute terror I don't want to die
I will invent myself another life I will decorate my dreams and cover them with your kisses -he thought- Burn my soul also!
You grumble about Satan, his works and his vices? Of necromancy, magic and tarot? I am the virtue of the church and all of its principles if you don't repent your soul will be condemned
Today freedom has fallen asleep and become silent Today freedom has closed owing to bereavement Today freedom has died of sorrow and melancholy Today there is no freedom God isn't here today nor will he come
I wish I was oblivion so as to never remember I wish I was the breeze and be able to caress life once more How cold is the promise of another life next to God If in this one he was absent, he didn't even know about him, the fire is his coffin.
Before you die and the fire does its job, do you accept Christ, his church and his power? Do you renounce the god called nature? Gaia is only the mother of sin and terror!
Today freedom has fallen asleep and become silent Today freedom has closed owing to bereavement Today freedom has died of sorrow and melancholy Today there is no freedom God isn't here today nor will he come
In nomine Diabulus et Belial, Satan, Lucifer, Astaroth et Yahve Gaia Gaia
Today life rains sorrows drops of desperation my tears are rivers, veins draining my heart
The memory of a woman are the kisses she received in your lips I will live and in your oblivion I will die
Today my tears want to commit suicide snuggled up, to die on your skin they were born dry, they are thirsty today my weeping wants to die
My voice is like a promised kiss to your soul I am the did and what has lived I am calmness, I am your God
Close your eyes and I shall take you to where dreams become song life hurts, I will heal you sleep and dream, my voice soothes you
Today my tears want to commit suicide snuggled up, to die on your skin they were born dry, they are thirsty today my weeping wants to die
If your tears want to commit suicide save them, for you will cry you shall cry oceans of peace sleep, the pain is gone!
In the name of freedom, faith in oneself and peace, burn flags, Not religon! and your God shall be song composed with the heart and your country shall be where your feet take you!
Missit me Dominus Missit me Diabulus Missit me Satanas
Now I am finally air and my curse will fall the end of this church will soon come, my voice shall awake!
Today freedom has fallen asleep and become silent Today freedom has closed owing to bereavement Today freedom has died of sorrow and melancholy Today there is no freedom God isn't here today nor will he come
Today freedom has fallen asleep and become silent Today freedom has closed owing to bereavement Today freedom has died of sorrow and melancholy Today there is no freedom God isn't here today nor will he COME!!!
Our father, of all of us of the poor, of those without shelter of the marginalized and unprotected ones of the disinherited ones and the owners of misery of the ones that follow you and the ones that no longer believe in you
Come down from the heavens, for hell is here come down from your throne, for here there are wars, famines, injustices
There's no need for you to be one and trinity it would be enough for us with just one that wants to help
Which is your kingdom? The vatican? The economy? High politics? Our kingdom is Nigeria, Ethiopia, Colombia, Hiroshima. Our daily bread are rapes, sexism, pedophilia, dictatorships, global warming.
I fall into temptation daily. there is no tomorrow in which I'm not tempted into creating a humble, fair God. A God that is here on Earth, in the valleys, in the rivers, A God that lives in the rain. A God that travels through the air and caresses our souls.
A God of the sad, of the homosexuals. A God that is more human. A god that doesn't punish, but teach A God that doesn't threaten, but protect. that if I fall, he'll pick me up If get lost, he'll lend me a hand A God that doesn't blame me if I trespass and if I doubt, he'll understand. For that is why he endowed me with intelligence, to doubt everything.
Our Father, of all us, Why have you forgotten us? Our Father, blind, deaf and careless, Why have you forsaken us?