Cry of Astaroth

I´m immersed in the backwater

Of a disstressed cry out,

And dominated by the mystery

Of so much wisdom.

The purity of my heart

Won’t let me celebrate,

Nor release my pain

In the depth of my cry.

Today i indifferently sink

In this unruly pain.

Would this be the time to leave

My noble and punished honor ?

I am the one who sows the winds,

And my voice is the breeze of the damned.

With a psalm of white grapes,

I caress the pale face of the weak.

My hands, tremulous for the pact

Hold the instrument of satan.

Today i sing my implacable blasts ...

That will clean the stigmas of the past ...

Authors of vile treachery,

Who saw themselves as fake owners.

Today they silently contemplate,

As ridiculous, astonished detractors.

I will not be dragged

To the seas of mediocrity.

I will not succumb into

The waters of oblivion.

I am the one who sows the winds,

And my voice is the breeze of the damned.

With a psalm of white grapes,

I caress the pale face of the weak.

And with only one of my tears,

I purify the lineage of the ones lucifer chose ...

I purify the lineage of the ones lucifer chose ...