Moonspell _96
<Irreligious>

1.  Perverse ... almost religious (instr)
2.  Opium
3.  Awake
4.  For a Taste Eternity
5.  Ruin and Misery
6.  A Poisoned Gift
7.  Subversion
8.  Raven Claws
9.  Mephisto
10.  Herr Spiegelmann
11.  Full Moon Madness

Perverse ... almost religious  (Instrumental)

Opium
Fernando Pessoa/lvaro campos : Opirio

Opium , desire or will ?
Inspiration bound from an elegant seed
Subversion , through smoke I foresee
Erotic motions of lesser gods in ecstasy

Opium , bring me forth another dream
Spawn worlds of flesh and red ,
little jewels of atrocity
Opium , I sleep in debauchery
And burn with you
when you burn in Me

Opium , we fantasize
as we fuse with your root
You are a strange flower ,
we are your strangest fruit

Opium , it burns in me and you
Opium , it burns for me and for you

Por isso eu tomo pio.  um remdio.
Sou um convalescente do Momento.
Moro no rs do cho do Pensamento
Ever passar a vida faz-me tdio.
          
Awake !
          
Awake ... for all is dying , even the dead
We are our Past failing to come back

All of us visionaires
with a rope around our neck

For A Taste of Eternity

Your honey on coil burns ,
As tears drop from your grand dead womb

Undesired , I fell into your being
Releasing shapes inside of you
Only seen in your wildest dreams
I am the impossibility
of your long-kept chastity
I am your offence and you can_t wait
To have me inside of you and taste ...

Eternity

Revolving around me ,
in desire , you burn
As blood drops
from your new-awakened womb

Undesired , and thrown away from you belief
I am the one whom you
were taught to renounce
In your virginal fear
The sweat , the hands , the sleepless nights
And the violence of the silent sighs
All of them gather in me
Take my hand and taste eternity
Take my hand and find a new god

Ruin and Misery

In each of your failures
I saw my victory
And each time you fall
A knife tattoos a smile
On my lips
You are now empty of life
And we are drunk with death

Raw models
Ruin & Misery

I can offer you a hand
To help you hold the dagger
A perfect jewel for
Our perfect end

And as me lay ,
we kissed
Fingers wet
with poison
Thinking to each one
There is beauty
in death

Raw models
Ruin & Misery

Allow me to doubt
We were lovers
who could really share
The only between  us
Was hate

Without hope we could not fear
And silently we disappeared
Hand in hand , we took our lives
And together stopped being
Raw models on a novel of Ruin & Misery

A Poisoned Gift

Forever young in a ground so cold
The splendour of your death still flesh to behold

In your neck an open wound
To spawn life into our Love
And to feed the creatures of our world

We have tasted from the poisoned gift of love
Which condemned us to forever fly alone

We have experienced an aged potion
The wine of life which stole us light
May we gather again and be as one
And to forever relish in the twin joys

As we taste from the poisoned gift of love

Forever young in a ground so cold
The splendour of your dance still there to behold

Our legends is a sin in tongues
To eternal sleep , to trance we belong
We are now but an empty glance
Palid is your state of grace

To eternal sleep we belong
Feeling the rapture of the world
Beneath the violence of this curse
From the poisoned gift of love

Once I asked you to fly
Tonight I recreate the vow:
Do not fail to love Me as I have failed to die
With you ...

Subversion

Perverse : the religion of pain
In each detail a world,
I know you hide something ...

Raven Claws

I remember her as a child

Raven ... on and on with her raven claws
Carving  ... on and on with her raven claws

How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go

Inflamed , a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence ... Vampire ... Empire
Statues with open wounds

The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair , no!
But eternal love , drop by drop ...

Raven ... on and on with her raven claws
Carving  ... on and on with her raven claws

How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives place to a tall figure in dark

Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sister now gone.

Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of Dead

Raven ... on and on with her raven claws
Carving  ... on and on with her raven claws

Will she weep for them or whip them once again ?

Mephisto

As madmen , some hung head down
From a long-dead tree
Some discuss , all at once
For no one to fear

Variations on emptiness
Great themes on vain glory

And as some go feral in strange performances
Dressing customs that are metaphors
Of your disease
Hungry eyes are looking for me ... Mephisto

Laughing , I feed you
With meaningless games , tricks and philosophies
Whose answer you would die for
In your hunger to believe

How it does amuse Me
And makes Me wonder
For how long that it was Mine
Because now it does really inflame Me

As if ignorance was my secret desire ... Mephisto

I am an angel who dressed in red
Riding above you , etchingfire rings
I have learned to fly
Don_t you remember ?
While you still have not come down
From your long-dead tree

I can teach you wonders if you give me your soul
Marvels and wild dreams can be yours
I can teach you how iron turns to gold
And how life can grow so old

But I am a demon who dresses in red
And I do not hope you will understand ... Mephisto

(Herr) Spiegelmann

Look Me in the eyes and drown ...
"Everyone considered the man in the blue jacket
 as the most beautiful being they have ever seen:
 nuns saw on him the Messiah in flesh;
 Satan's adorers the lustrous Prince of Darkness;
 philosophers the Supreme Being;
 young females an enchanted prince;
 Men an ideal reflection of themselves."
Patrick Sskind: The Perfume ("Story of Assassin")

Look Me in the eyes and drown ...

I am your vulture , you immoral sculpture
Mirrorman , who understands
I am you , I know you
Your fantasy and reality
I wait for you to welcome you in my dreamworld
My water-eyes

Look Me in the eyes
Touch me in the eyes and dream ...

Full Moon Madness

Somos memrias de lobos que rasgam a pele
Lobos que foram homens
e o tornaro a ser ...

They awake for flesh
Choose pain as a path
Refuse a light
To blind you and me

Full Moon Madness.
We are as one and congregate
Full Moon Madness
We rise again to procreate

Somos memrias de lobos que rasgam a pele
Lobos que foram homens e o tornaro a ser
ou talvez memrias de homens.
que insistem em nao rasgar a pele
Homens que procuram ser lobos
mas que jamais o tornaro a ser ...

They awake for flesh
Choose pain as a path
Refuse a light
To blind you and me

Full Moon Madness.
We are as one and congregate
Full Moon Madness
We rise again to procreate to seal our fate

Irreverence was cast out from the sky
And eternity lost its sex forever
And under the same heaven they voted to emptyness
They still celebrate under a Full Moon Madness ...

They awake for flesh
Choose Love as a path
Refuse a light to blind you and me

Irreverence was cast out from the sky
And eternity lost its sex forever
And under the same heaven they voted to emptyness
They still celebrate under a Full Moon Madness ...


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 Moonspell are :
 Ares - Bass
 Mike - Drums
 Ricardo Amorim - Guitars
 Pedro Paixo - Synths and samples
 Fernando Ribeiro - Vocals

 We would like to greet the ones
 who have kindly gifted us with their art :
 Birgit Zacher - female vocals on "Raven Claws"
 Markus Freiwald - Percussion on "For A Taste of Eternity"

 Irreligious was recorded
 at Woodhouse Studios
 between the 25th of March
 and 11th of May.

 Produced and mixed
 by Woldemar Sorychta (Waldy BVB)
 Engineered by Siggi Bemm.

 All music by MOONSPELL.
 All lyrics by Fernando Ribeiro.

 We would like to salute everyone
 who deeply felt the pulse of Wolfheart.
 You are always welcome under the moonspell ...

 Sob o feitio da Luna celebramos todos os que so memrias
 de Lobos que rasgam a pele ,
 Lobos que foram homens e o tornaro a ser ...
