| Do not put me in a grave
|
| I’m not born to be a slave
|
| I am the lightning flash
|
| I am the thunder crash
|
| Do not say what song I play
|
| Do not listen anyway
|
| I am the fierce in flight
|
| I am the fight of fights
|
| Do not put me in a grave
|
| I’m not born to be a slave
|
| I am E1 Tempesto
|
| I am the storms that blow
|
| Do not say what song I play
|
| Do not listen anyway
|
| I am space in in your eye
|
| Fire and stars, night, I Can’t put me in a grave
|
| Can’t make me a slave
|
| Mai nunca muere
|
| I stood transfixed
|
| As she decended the crest
|
| Her figure a regal, menacing silhouette
|
| The eyes burned hot into my very soul
|
| As I felt her presence
|
| Outstretched hands invited me toward the visage
|
| Who I knew to be more than human
|
| You are my disciple, my servant, my very life force
|
| Through abnormally large canines
|
| Which flanked either side of her ghastly mouth
|
| «Come unto me and I will give to you a new existence»
|
| Illuminated by the crescent light, hypnotic stare
|
| Set me into syncopated motion, with an obscene relish,
|
| her tongue lashed, intoxicating my blood…
|
| Her hands took hold and I was repulsed
|
| By the sweet, sour stench of death
|
| Which clung about her
|
| While a clammy sweat engulfed me An alien heat caressed me, the demon in my throat
|
| Light kissed the horizon, A blessing and a curse
|
| A shriek of pain bellowed from the pit
|
| Of the beasts black soul, She stumbled…
|
| Her hands released my choking throat
|
| Her fingers softly ran over my parched lips
|
| I cried for her to melt into the fleeting shadows
|
| Of nocturnal fantasies, She laughed and said to me…
|
| «Really, The doctor will be with you…» |