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Ancient Bloody Europe

by Pethallian

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Trying to remake New world and new age Betrayers of the cause Give me one more head Yourself heads Some time will be Still on your necks Won’t you meet the madam? Gods and dead kings Be purged with the rings According to the plane Reason revolution Hey Madeimoiselle The blood is running out No red sweet wine Or green absinthe Rolling heads fall down Rolling heads on and on Final visions through the eyes While bodies agonize Liberté Igualité Fraternité Madam Guillotine S’il vous plait Monsieur Suis désolé Madam Guillotine Treason is the part The poison in the heart Excuse of beauty lies Justify the carnage Betrayers will die A blade for their crimes Made in mortal eyes Poets, what’s the rhyme? Gods and dead kings Be purged with the rings According to the plane Reason revolution Hey Madeimoiselle The blood is running out No red sweet wine Or green absinthe Rolling heads fall down Rolling heads on and on Final visions through the eyes While bodies agonize Liberté Igualité Fraternité Madam Guillotine S’il vous plait Monsieur Suis désolé Madam Guillotine Madam Guillotine Drown the sins To all the bones Madam Guillotine Take the skulls To the catacombs To the Paris Catacombs
2.
Whitechapel 03:55
Living this age like a strange without face Harlottes in lanes bleed down to the grave Knife of metal is flashing the night Whitechapel in fear by killer almight In the fog we're walking In the night we’ll stand Welcome to England This hounted land Remember this year 1888 The panic is prowling Through the east end To darkness we´ll go With the fear in the hearts Pray for the souls in silent cry The killer is waiting In the fog insane The horror is calling under weak lights He stebs the knife paranoia in the night Black winds on London Forgotten side of the town The crown of England stained in shame Rusted by Jack and this cold dirty place Living this age like a strange without face Harlottes in lanes bleed down to the grave Knife of metal is flashing the night Whitechapel in fear by killer almight Forged in metal The knife of the insane Deceiving all police In a sadic game Screaming for vengence Nothing more to loose The reasons are secret Bloodshed is no excuse To darkness we´ll go With the fear in the hearts Pray for the souls in silent cry The killer is waiting In the fog insane The horror is calling under weak lights He stebs the knife paranoia in the night Black winds os London Forgotten side of the town The crown of England stained in shame Rusted by Jack and this cold dirty place In this cold dirty place Who is the ripper?
3.
Someone is back to the space and time Obscured mind from a past life Subconcious beast in chains Oh, black moon Walter Sickert’s portraits Dark painting secret fate Or Francis Tumblety hunting wombs The beast of London is coming soon Oh, I feel the smell The smell of Whitechapel streets In the air burns a spell The end of century of London! I need a drink in Ten Bells One hundred years after the hell Lost in the east side Waiting fog where I can hide!... Wine of souls please exorcise An upper lesson after I died Reborn again is just a price Holy Archangel, cure me in light! There were more than one out there Ripping whore and no one cares One of them have black boocks Stephenson in demon’s broods I’m steel so dark inside my mind The world crush me, killer time! I take these books about that age Remembering red chains of rage Oh, I feel the smell The smell of Whitechapel streets In the air burns a spell The end of century of London! The London bells got my soul I’m the one long time ago Now I know who I was Back to Earth I feel so lost Diving in another life Scars of victms silent cries Imprinted in dark part of souls Subconcious slowly grows! With the cold comes the memories And ancient lamps shine from my brain England my haunted home I belong to your fucking past! Tell me into the fog What was my real name In the old dark streets The blood ram from London veins Do you believe in changes? Sedated rage in redemption Redemption of a second chance Don’t look back anymore Oh, I feel the smell The smell of Whitechapel streets In the air burns a spell The end of century of London! The London bells got my soul I’m the one long time ago Now I know who I was Back to Earth I feel so lost Diving in another life Scars of victms silent cries Imprinted in dark part of souls Subconcious slowly grows!
4.
From Siberian Village Until Monastery Verchoturje The staretz goes to Saint Petersburg To become a holy sinner Ignatiev, the countess, receives the saint and the nobles envy and hate him Women fall on his holy feet Satisfaction of all wishes and sins Maidens seduced by Rasputin Whispers, holy sins The saint man dives in the sex and wine Who more can be saving the Czar? Through the dark of Russian nights Forever remember this name Rasputin, please cure the child Don´t let him bleeds like your fate Welcome to the palace Gypsy whores awaits you Drink wine, eat poisoned candies If you´re not dead, so die by my gun! You saw the day of your own death and curse on your noble murderers come Neva River is your grave and same dead You scourge the new century and age
5.
Ancient pagan rites Between the Earth and the moon Flying through the centuries Like memories in black womb Riding through the sleep Of this race through the time Outside of laws of logic Secret powers from the rimes I’m a king in solitude Exploring reigns hidden inside of me I’m killing dogmas and chains My words I write now in Theban Alphabet Theban Alphabet Magic Alphabet No poesy in science No wisdom in the Church It’s a long way to walk and it’s time for you discover There’s a ways to go for the words so alone You’re your universe Lights and darkness are reversed You’re a king of your solitude Painless soul where no one goes You are the priest of your proper laws Write your secrets in Theban Alphabet Turn up the lights of the centuries wings Thoughts from the seas of the mind Fire dreams, Nightmares Around the candlelights I see Oh oh be careful with Theban Alphabet Finalmente te trago ancestral liberdade Catacumbas te mostram como é sabia a eternidade Vejas a luz exorcizais teus demônios Mergulhas na noite faz triunfar teus sonhos Do além mar até o Brasil Tradições, vanglórias mil Caravelas ancestrais D’um novo mundo retornais Vejo os castelos além deste oceano Os séculos lá jazem assombrados pelos anos Guardam segredos que dormem pelo tempo Arquétipos sagrados soprados pelos ventos Uma canção de liberdade Erga os ferros da verdade Assombradas fortalezas Aqui jazem as realezas Da Inglaterra a Portugal Heavy Metal ancestral Crendo em nada ou crendo em Deus Glória aos meus e glória aos teus Nós tocamos a canção Ordens secretas vêm e vão E ha vitória em nossa voz O mundo é um templo para nós Metal Alphabet Magic Alphabet

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Line-up:

Humberto Masçau - Bass
Fernando Almeida - Guitars
Ellà Méll - Vocals
Marcos Riva - Vocals
William Rochel - Drums

Recorded and Mixed by Iago Pedroso @ Studio 8 (Tatuí/SP) between December/2012 until April/2013

Artwork by Fernando Roberto (Metal Soldiers Records)

All tracks originally released in a split CD (limited in 1000 copies) with Symptomen called "Men Against Men / Ancient Bloody Europe" by Metal Soldiers Records and Metal Underground Records (MSR/MUR 002)

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released January 1, 2013

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Pettalom Tatuí, Brazil

Heavy/Gothic Metal band who released album "The Wine of the Night", and returned for live shows and record their second album

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Marcos (v)
Rafael (g)

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