1. INTO THE CRYPTS OF RAYS (CELTIC FROST COVER°

Years of plead, behind the walls
Chambers and vaults, scenes of fright
Unspoken words, in pain and dread
140 lives passed his hands

Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into the crypts of rays...

Alluring children for his masses
Robbing and buying young souls
Sacrifice to morbid demons
Satisfy his repulsive sexual lust

Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into the crypts of rays...

"So this is for the morbid one,
The braveless and sick
Shivering laughter shrilled through the tombs
Sexual offence and perverted rites
Watching them limp and die...
Wizards and darkness, Gilles' dreams
Halfway came true..."

As a late medieval's french marshall
Unrestrained, with endless ambitions
Personal guard for Jeanne D'Arc
...The rising of his soul to god...

Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into the crypts of rays...

Overdone mystism and
Desperate satanism (ha!)
Are just one small step apart
There's no human scheme in the beyond...

Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into the crypts of rays...


2. INVEJA

Por que o ser humano não consegue se ver livre
Não aprende com os erros do passado
Lições de cobiça e rancor

Se a vida é tào efêmera
Por que tantos sentimentos fúteis?
No íntimo você não quer errar, mas nào consegue domar

Só o futiro vai julgar
O impulso imbecil
Inveja

Os olhos e a alma cegos continuam a se corroer


3. BESTIAL LUST (BATHORY COVER)

She is open wide She isn't hard to please
She drives me fucking wild I want her on her knees
She floats and insists I am hot and can't resist
She suck me to the core I (now) can't take no more

That bitch
She turns me to a beast
Bestial lust
(C'mon) bitch

Each tendon muscle rippling
She drink my sove with greed
She fuck my helpless body and she just raise the speed
She let her wet tongue roll I gasp and can't control
She is hot and drives me wild and still she is open wide

Just when this torture seems to end
She is there to drain my sove again
(Come on ride, to ride on me bitch)


4. MORTE AOS FALSOS

Sua falsidade
Sua maneira de falar
Ninguém no fim vai querer te escutar
Quantos amigos você tem, pode contar
Porque ninguém vai querer te ajudar

Tomara que quebrem teus ossos
Esmaguem suas pernas
Arrebentem tua cara e te encham de porrada
Quebrem teus dentes e te façam engolir a merda
Que você é
A merda que você faz
Morte aos falsos

Você é ninguém, você é nada
Pois quer ser um para cada um
A verdade não tardará a vir e o ódio a você será
Comum

Você pensa que sendo assim vai conseguir tudo o que vê
Seu sofrimento será maior do que o mal que você deseja
Sofra, morre, sua existência é desprezada
Suma, desapareça
Para você não resta mais nada


5. MAD BUTCHER (DESTRUCTION COVER)

A fire is burning in his eyes
His brain is in war and the evil will rise
His blood is black, it´s scalding hot
Now he´s got to ramble,
He knows that´s his lot

Through the blackstreets of the town
His steps are clanging
Now he´s wanton, oh he´s panting
In his hand a blade of solid steel
Now it´s the time you got to feel

Mad butcher
He feels his driving, satifaction he needs
He´s watching you pussy, he will get his food
And when he arises you think it´s a lover
But he likes strange pratices, you´ll discover

You lie on your bed, your view real seems great
But instead of his prick,
He´s drawing his blade
Oh he´s so tender, when he makes love to you
That you couldn´t stand it,
It´s a pity for you