Mas de Angra()

Esta cancion es otra del disco Temple Of Shadows, a mi entender uno de los mejores discos de esta gran banda, si nunca la escucharon les recomiendo que lo hagan.
Les dejo mis saludos y aca va la otra canción.
EVITEN EL ABLANDE.

No Pain For The Dead

[While he is burying his wife and children, the widower knows that he will have to carry that awful pain for life. All the great moments they had together, vanished at once and converted into sad memories only. It is always better for those who leave than for those who stay. As he stares at his son's pale face in the coffin, he realizes how sublime it is to be free from the vain mortal feelings. Thus, there will be No Pain for the Dead.]

Standing by his coffin
Thoughts have gone astray
Life is just a burden
Carry yours away
Wipe the tears that fall
Moments recalled in the

Child's eyes
Watch the world go by
Flying through the stars
Won't hide the scars

Always
Mourning cries
Wasted in this world
I'd never realized
Smiles in the falling rain

Wash the tears away
Face the angel of death
Soon your time will be over
Your salvation is ahead
That's why I said

There is no pain for the dead
Dying now
Hourglass counts down
Laeaving this world
Your destination is

Hiding mourning time
Face up to the world
Another day passes by
Living our minutes in vain
Wipe the tears away

(Triumph for the martyrs of the war
Fallen for the causes of the others...
Worth the sacrifice?
Heroes are dying now
Hearing their mothers cry
Heaven is a metaphor
Free your mind and spirit)

Mother Earth, do you part take my
soul, oh no!
Water, wind and fire...
Will take our spirits away

(Victims of Sacrifice)
Face the Angel of Death
(Struggling to survive)
Soon your time will be over
(Revolution remains)
Your salvation is ahead
It's not so sad
There is no pain for the dead
(Struggling to survive)
Liberation of soul
It's not so sad
There is no pain for the dead, oh!
...No pain for the dead

Mas de Angra

ANGRA

5. Wishing Well

[The crazy Rabin keeps appearing on his dreams. "It makes no difference if you throw your coins into the Wishing Well, or save your prayers inside a marvelous church filled of gold. All that matters is the faith inside you! If there is a God, He has no home; He is everywhere!"]

Close your eyes, what do you see?
Takes a while to believe
Feel the wind kissing your chin
Hold your cries make your wish
Dream away, breath...

Why did it take so long to understand?
Black sheep of the flock will soon be
banned
Don't loose your hope, wish away

(Journey to the sacred
ground of Dreamland)
To one's heart's content I'll be free again
(Visions telling secrets on the Dreamland)
And my fortune ends
in the Wishing Well

Close your eyes what do you feel?
Hold your cries keep it still
Where am I? Why am I here?
Reasons where
Reasons why

(Journey to the sacred
ground of Dreamland)
To one's heart's content I'll be free again
(Visions telling secrets on the Dreamland)
And my fortune ends
in the Wishing Well

Oh! Who knows the truth
in this world?

(Journey to the sacred
ground of Dreamland)
To one's heart's content I'll be free again
(Visions telling secrets on the Dreamland)
And my fortune ends
in the Wishing Well
Close your eyes,
what do you see?
Make your dreams
come true again
Where am I? Why am I here?
Dreaming is believing,
your wishing well


6. The Temple Of Hate

[July of 1099, Jerusalem was stormed by the army of the Holy Roman Church; which atrociously annihilated every single inhabitant. The poor man's wife and two children were among the dea; cruelly killed by the insane Christian soldiers. "The entire population of the Holy city was put to the sword, Jews as well as Moslems, 70,000 men, women and children perished in a holocaust which raged for three days. In places men waded in bloodup to their ankles and horsemen were splashed by it as they rode through the streets. Weeping, these devout conquerors went barefoot to pray at the Holy Sepulcher before rushing eagerly back to the slaughter." - Desmond Sweard, The Monks of War.]

[The Reign of Jerusalem was founded upon the fanatic, intolerant and ignorant ideals of The Temple of Hate, against the will of those who lived in the Holy Land before their invasion.]

Nations battle on the field across the lands
Ruthless - stealing territories from our hands
Anger throwing down the victims to the ground
Cold blood younger soldiers weeping with no sound

Revolution striking down right now!

Blind fools fighting for the power to command
Flag poles threading down the freedom of our men
Innocence dying by the fury of the sword
Poor men falling before saying their last words

Revelation code XI
Striking over us

Sounds of revolution
Freedom is proclaimed

Bells announcing changes for the better
in the temple of hate
The Temple of Hate!
Satan awaits!

Revolution we have waited
Burning down our souls

Sounds of revolution
Freedom is proclaimed
Bells announcing changes for the better
in the temple of hate
Satan awaits!
The Temple of Hate!