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Declinivm
01:27
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Senhora do Véu Negro I
04:14
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Olá! Seja bem-vinda, minha velha amiga
somos só você e eu de novo
olhando para ti, minha mente clareia
através de sua chama alheia.
Olá, minha amiga, quanto tempo...
Senti saudades do seu abraço apertado
me sufocava e eu nem ligava
e soltando no limite, eu acabava,
arrependido, pois mais um pouco eu desejava
que me arrastava contigo pro abismo do conforto,
só que para mim exigia muito esforço,
você me atiçava com carinho no pescoço,
tirava da minha mente problemas colossais,
insolucionáveis, não esqueço jamais.
Obrigado por me fazer enxergar através do seu véu
escuro como a noite, me sentindo como um réu,
preparado pra ouvir "senhor, você tá livre",
comprando a pré-venda da minha felicidade,
compondo a esperança de minha fidelidade,
fazendo te jurar que não te deixo jamais,
agora que voltou segure firme e não largue,
pois minha gravata está pronta para o embarque,
darei "oi" aos vermes por ti, fica tranquila,
mas antes de ir, preciso me afogar
em um copo de uísque ou tequila,
sóbrio como a noite mais turbulenta,
deixarei a terra mais suculenta,
minha carne te alimentará
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Brazilian Industry
03:39
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Put a mask on the inocents
make their valve no scape
cause who face the consequences
deserves this, but children.
Living for the brazilian industry
farming brains with false morality
saying what you should have to do
to become great and powerful.
I need to answer everything,
that makes me feel so cold.
Colder than dark night
of my daytime job or my future with crossed arms.
What are you thinking?
that I'm not supposed to do
anything stupid
that even a dog could do?
What's in your head?
Don't you see that every employees of yours is sad?
And if you continue to treat them like that
in years, or months, or weeks, days, they'll become undeads!
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The Head of My Mother
04:28
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Born and raised under her wings
Protection and care, I have been
since momma told me to be sure and go
cause world's a game and you never won.
It's been seven days since she's gone
I used to see her everyday in her tomb
I told myself, at least the three first months
I reached the grave and I just saw the bones...
Mr. undertaker was doing his job
for sure that was not I would've got
neither me or him have the fault
but I've seen something that made me thoughts
Reflections 'bout life and death
that moment made me deaf
the five or six hairs
hanging over her small head.
I saw the skull of my mother
it was staring me as well as its holder
too late to be apologized or sorry
I have got this bag to carry.
The eyesholes were staring me
as life she has never seen
i saw the head of my mother
How hard it could be to me?
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Senhora do Véu Negro II
03:48
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Olá, minha amiga, senti sua falta
diferente do pai ao filho, você volta
mesmo quando caio, você me levanta,
por isso para alguns, você é uma santa.
Senhora do véu negro, venha me acolher,
beijo suas mãos e preparo pra descer.
Todo esse tempo eu estava te esperando
sabia que viria, só não sabia quando
vamos celebrar num banquete à luz de velas
pretas e vermelhas, iluminando nossas celas,
O frio tomou conta de minha inspiração,
como pares de pregos fechando o caixão
iluminando minha vida com a escuridão,
só não te contei que o gatilho disparei
um cadáver putrefado pelo chão estirado fiquei,
morte matada de madrugada, não devo nada a ninguém,
nem fé, positivismo e muito menos amém.
Minha coleção de memórias te agonizará
me dê um abraço, minha amiga, eu sou o seu lar
escuro como a noite, me cubra com seu véu
culpe me por tudo e me faça o seu réu,
só não me deixe esquecer de uma nota escrever,
te agradecendo por um alívio conceder,
estou pronto para ir contigo,
faça o que tiver de fazer comigo!
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Monologue
02:10
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Another day hanging out with my friends,
a sheet of paper and a pen,
expressing myself how I missed them
and our plans to put a life's end.
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Talking With Ghosts
05:30
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Nothing but a creativeless purpose thinking:
why me? why should I carry this burden so long?
Now I must throw my schedule away, I have a commitment,
a dozen of millions thoughts to be alone with.
They're trying to put myself in the right place,
although they don't know what is right or wrong.
Just speak to me the language of despair
and tell me that nobody cares.
Let me feel a little bit more of your courage given,
I still have a desire of no more living.
Perhaps it would cheer me up to go down with no warning
and people would realize looking around the unwanted mourning.
Bury me fearless, feed the worms with my flesh,
transcribe the words in these lines,
describe my agony, pain and cries,
dirty them with my own lies.
Without further ado, I have a long bridge to walk on.
I don't know where this would take me,
but to feed that feelings of homecoming,
I'd walk the road until my legs break.
I learned to be patient with my life,
but in hand I'm still holding the knife,
a really hardwork for an anxious one.
It still hurts inside, an endless moan,
what decision to make, which path to take.
Therefore, I intend to be alone with myself, with my thoughts,
and solve my own inner conflicts,
even it's a hard decision to make or a long path to take.
Thanks for this tête-à-tête with just one head
and may creative would show up again to play.
I wish these lies come true one day
and I would tell anyone I've reached my own way,
even they don't hear me or know what I say.
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Declínio Londrina, Brazil
Since 2021, Declínio does Black/Death Metal songs, as their members came from GURO, REIKETSU and YALDABAOTH. The band sums
different influences from grind, doom and post-metal, with the goal of transforming into sound expressions the reflections of mental chaos and death, following up to the abyss, side by side with memento mori.
Declínio is:
Bruno - Guitar/Vox
Kiko - Drums
Lophrano - Bass/Vox
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