Sometimes

Get closer to my empty shell
Bring your sad smile near to my eyes
Hold me as you used to

Taste my bitter tears
Love me beyond your secret fears
Not much is left to me but you
 

Embrace me ‘till I’m dead
Take and breathe my last breath
I wish you could sink me ‘till I fade

I don’t talk in despair
Sometimes I just don’t care
I want you to kill me from faith
 

Sometimes
I want your hand to fall down
Every nights
I dream of water and drown

Sometimes
I hear your voice inside me
This ain’t no life
I wish you could set my soul free

“Sometimes”
António Eryx Santos
11:45/29-07-1996
Funchal – Ilha da Madeira

The Dead Watch Us

They watch us beneath their crypts
Laughing at our victories and hidden sins
They rejoice with our pain and misery
They turn at us hungry of company

We always forget what lies under the ground
That they can sense us – The putrid crowd
Oblivious of time – Ever somewhere in the present
Crawling through the night – Our dark’s their element

                    The dead watch us
They beg for forgiveness
We are what they were
Alive shells full of emptiness
                    The dead watch us
They are our ghosts wandering
Wanting to come home
The knock on our doors was never the wind

                    The dead watch us
They prey for our prayers
They die a different life
Who’s their Lord or Creator
                    The dead watch us
They always have been
They are aware of us
They see what we’ve never seen

The dead watch us – They always have been
Many but none – They can’t be seen
They’re dead with soul – Nothing’s what it seems
They hope – We are their desires and dreams

“Save me” – They whisper in our nightmares
Empty – Are their mouths to repeat our prayers
Sunken eyes – Watching us from where Death lies
Thunderous cries – Echoing in our mindless minds

“The Dead Watch Us”
António Eryx Santos
03:33/15-08-1996
Funchal – Ilha da Madeira

Demon Myself

I’m here wandering – I’m here inside myself
I’m the misanthrope watching – I see everything as my own Hell
                    Bleeding drop by drop – I’m filling
I whisper to my own – But I’m deaf to all but death
All alone – I’m beyond wrath or past
                    A knife in the heart – I’m killing

Stained delight – Red’s the colour
Just one more time – And then another
                    Everything’s upside down – I’m gone
Just one step – To the edge of rage
Just one single step – To get out of this cage
                    And claim the killer’s crown – It’s done

Beyond mortal man – Where do I stand
Ain’t no limits – No consequences
                    Just my victorious sin
I’m a demon myself – A predator out of its shell
They know my acts – But not my name
                    They just go where I’ve already been

Evil – So near
                    Light by sight
Chaos – So clear
                    Near’s the night
Hunger – Fed with fear
                    I rejoice while they die
Agony – Pain I don’t hear
                    My laughter’s higher than their cries

I will do it again and again – Without regret
It’s my sacred mission – To extinguish Man’s race
                    Peaceful death – Denied
They don’t know where to look – I’m everywhere
Nocturnal calmness is my hook – I’m their despair
                    I shall last – Accursed

“Demon Myself”
António Eryx Santos
04:32/15-08-1996
Funchal – Ilha da Madeira

The Dark is My Friend

You may take my life
But you never can take my pride
You may even take my eyes
But I’ll never be the blind
                    I’m alone
                    And I don’t know where I’ve been
My anger means nothing to you
You always condemn me whatever I do
I’m jailed to your dreams, it’s true
In your mists I wander as yourselves too
                    I’m so alone
                    And the dark is my only friend

Your dirty fingers bitter my soul
And your selfish voice tells me where to go
Promising respect and pleasures eternal
If I submit to the foolish rules of your world
                    I fear
                    Not being ourselves is the real sin
Smiling, you give me lies I don’t want to be
You won’t rest until you put me on my knees
Your cynicism is the sickness existence has given me
Salvation and freedom are too far for me to see
                    It’s so clear
                    The dark is my only friend

I fear, I despair
I twist but you don’t care
I’m in a path whose end I can’t find
Your patented minds point mine to be blind
                    The dark is my only friend
He greets me, he conforts me
In it I’m everything I dream to be
The hero, the victim, the evil one
He keeps my thoughts when I’m gone
                    The dark is my only true friend

Where have I been
What have I seen
What have I heard
In the dark of my room
                    In the dark that has been my only friend

You won’t master my hatred
I’d rather be doomed than caged
I’m myself but you don’t dare to know
You just wait my walls to blow
                    The dark is my only friend…

“The Dark is My Friend”
António Eryx Santos
00:26/16-08-1996
Funchal – Ilha da Madeira

Chronicles of The Deceased

Disbelief emanates from the pestilent flesh
It’s released the soft seed of corruption
Souls trapped inside rotten remnants
Decomposition spreads… Erased miscreants

Chronicles of the deceased… Transmuted heat into frost
Scared inward… Warped ego… Incorporeal is the host
Betrayed hard… Punished it goes… Shattered
Laments from the vortex… Tired are the lost

Agonising soul digging life in each cell
Inside a darkened dead corpse
As an ethereal worm inside himself
Empty exhumation… Faint glory
Frustrated spirit ruled by instinct
Posthumous tears… Tainted memory

“It’s so silent here… There’s no place in Nowhere…
My body’s gone with time… I’m dead… I’m alone with my past…
I’m wandering… Lost… In the cold dark of Death…”

Paralyzing fear… Through the unknown into somewhere
The fluid of miracle’s dry… Wrath… A blood shadow to cast
Echo’s vanishing… Death… Cruel and endless test

Threaten sanity… Dislodged from reality
Mental crypt filled with nausea
Memory fades quick into oblivion
Soul + Body… Integrity’s compromised

No immortality… Obsessed… Dwell in lethargy
Denied triumph… Torment and tragedy
Resignation to no return… Seance’s the key
Beyond the veil… Chronicles of the deceased

Screams of hatred fill the immaterial
Tainting the threshold between the two worlds
“RESSURGAM”… Words of revenge carved in their tombs
Perpetual invocation of desperate return
Limbo’s the final fate… Immersed in inner decay
Prayers of sour faith… Captive naive prey

Loath to exile… Frail essence’s dissolving
Sensing utter disintegration… Eerie christening
Somewhere… Somehow… Seek the seance
Awake the alienated mind… Take possession
Seductive attraction… Break the eternal cycle
Pierce the impenetrable orb… Deceive putrefaction

“Chronicles of The Deceased”
António Eryx Santos
03:14/21-08-1996
Funchal – Ilha da Madeira

Inner Sanctum

What would we see
If we dare to look inside ourselves
Anger, hatred, greed
And how many more forms of Hell

And what would we find
If we probe a little deeper in our minds
Maybe the horror and pain of pleasures
Or perhaps some other hideous treasures

The agony of saints is vain
While our painful orgy remains
Bloodied sperm, the orgasm of Dark Gods
Death awaits, nothing shall be the way it was

“Inner Sanctum”
António Eryx Santos
00:35/17-12-1996
Funchal – Ilha da Madeira

Eve’s Child

I remember more sins than I would like to say
I drown in guilt, getting more distant from myself
Everyday…

It won’t vanish, even if I sin a little more or pray
I feel so filth, I look and things are not so well
So much decay…

I wish
Time could walk behind
So selfish
The sin is all mine

I know
Things can’t be worse, that’s fine
But it grows
The guilt inside my mind

Sinful child
Eve… Sweet mother…
…I’m Eve’s child…

But I want always more – Different ways of having fun
What’s left to ask for – Maybe I’ll ask the Sun
I’ll never be myself again – I hope to be when I die
I’ll never be free from sin – But is that a reason to cry?

“Eve’s Child”
António Eryx Santos
11:59/17-12-1996
Funchal – Ilha da Madeira