| Mägo de Oz – La Cantata Del Diablo (Missit me Dominus) Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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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? |
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| Mägo de Oz – La Cantata Del Diablo (Missit me Dominus) Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| This song is about Azaak being executed. I love this song. im gonna try to translate it into english. that's gonna take a while. but ill do it lol | |
| Mägo de Oz – En Nombre de Dios Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| This song isn't a cover. Its jus the same melody | |
| Mägo de Oz – Conxuro (Da Queimada) Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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English: Owls, barn owls, toads and witches. Evil demons and devils, spirits of the snowy plains. Crows, salamanders and sorceresses, the spells of the quack doctors. Rotten, hole-ridden canes, worm holes and lairs of vermin. Fire of the souls in torment, the evil eye, black spells, the smell of the dead, thunder and lightning. Dog's bark, portents of death; satyr's snout and rabbits foot. The sinful tongue of the harridan wife of an old man. Hell of Satan and Beelzebub, the fire of burning corpses, the mutilated bodies of the wretched, farts from hellish arses, the roar of the raging sea. Barren womb of the single mother, the miaowing of cats on heat, mangy and filthy hair of the ill-begotten goat. With this ladle I will raise the flames of this hell-like fire, and the witches will flee on their broomsticks, to bathe on the fat-pebbled beach. Hear, hear! The howls of those who burn in the augardente and thereby purify themselves. And when this brew runs down our throats, we will be free of all the sins of our soul and of all witchcraft. Forces of air, earth, sea and fire, I make this call to you: if it be true that you have more power then man, here and now, make the spirits of the friends who have departed share this queimada with us. |
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| Mägo de Oz – Conxuro (Da Queimada) Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Spanish (Español): Buhos, lechuzas, sapos y brujas. Demonios, trasgos y diablos, espíritus de las nebulosas sendas. Cuervos, salamandras y hechizeras: hechizos de las curanderas. Podridas tallos agujereados, hogar de los gusanos y alimañas. Fuego de las Santas Compañas, mal de ojo, negros hechizos, olor de los muertos, truenos y rayos. Aullido del perro, pregón de la muerte; hocico del sátiro y pie del conejo. Pecadora lengua de la mala mujer casada con un hombre viejo. Infierno de Satán y Belcebú, fuego de los cadáveres ardientes, cuerpos mutilados de los indecentes, pedos de los infernales culos, mugido de la mar embravecida. Vientre inútil de la mujer soltera, maullar de los gatos que andan en celo, greña sucia de la cabra mal parida. Con este cazo levantaré las llamas de este fuego que se asemeja al del infierno, y huirán las brujas a caballo de sus escobas, yéndose a bañar en la playa de las arenas gordas. ¡Oíd, oíd! los rugidos que dan las que no pueden dejar de quemarse en el aguardiente quedando así purificadas. Y cuando este brebaje baje por nuestras gargantas, quedaremos libres de los males de nuestra alma y de todo embrujo. Fuerzas del aire, tierra, mar y fuego, a vosotros hago esta llamada: si es verdad que tenéis más poder que la humana gente, aquí y ahora, haced que los espíritus de los amigos que están fuera, participen con nosotros de esta Queimada. |
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| Mägo de Oz – Conxuro (Da Queimada) Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| [Dice la leyenda que en la víspera de la noche de todos los santos, en el Monte del Gozo, en un claro del bosque, se dan cita las meigas y preparan un brebaje ofreciéndoselo a: "El Peregrino" el cual sonríe y fornica con ellas hasta el alba (avisad al conde Lequio, que aquí tiene curro!!)] | |
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