SPIRIT SATANIC

Satanic spirit dominates

Verse bolder that could

And so life made in dark complexion

Denying any mine forever,

Where is emanated rotten fate?

And as much as I could in agony

Saying that creates my ghost

As this fascinates both terrors,

Luck uncovered this plot

And the more I impart to hell

Finally realize that the happiness,

So to portray humanity

In paths of Satan I penetrate

My soul slowly degrades...

MARCOS LOURES

MARCOS LOURES

MAD

Playing in my skin such yearnings
Managing each step toward thistle,
And as you realize immense burden,
I recall your legs, thighs, breasts,
And leave behind old fears
What had been a poet, even a bard,
Life made ​​a dart penetrating
Killing that thought in vain recreations.
Denying the embezzlement where inside,
And having this figure as the center
From every thought you have,
Living deranged, so vain
Power in Praise Satan cry
For more than a foolish soul refrain ...

MARCOS LOURES

HORDES OF SATAN

Feeling really steamed

Where the freedom is fades,

Winning with fury the storm,

Enjoying this immense chagrin,

The price you pay for love,

As time everything will degrade,

Breaking any of modesty grid

I do not see the scene to compose,

Sparks ignite the hells

And rich suits them again,

And many promised wonders,

Lost in this life? Never again,

Auriferous masterful ways,

In hordes of Satan, no more fear...

MARCOS LOURES

The troubles of demon

Marked by cravings demon

I could no longer follow such a procession,

In candles and tears of so

Now within me such pandemonium,

To be an asset of this Satan,

No more harsh loneliness

Nor is this silence and hear me

The great aristocrat to vile peasant.

Serving the big daddy, the majestic,

Inheriting the whole earth after the end

Ghastly caricature a cherub,

Walking the streets, sticky,

You see after all the great Empire

Where the shamelessness dictates the criterion.

MARCOS LOURES

Putrid vision

Meeting in which both brings you shame

The most sublime enjoyment and so perfect

And when in darkness so I lie,

The wonderful order now predict,

Roads loftiest a flash

Elapses furious and I delight,

Now if I am accepted by Satan,

The world in glories plentiful, most too well,

Relief to my torments, my pains,

Thorns defeating rotten flowers

And this whole scenario decomposed,

The putrid vision, mere carrion

Power that emanates from greed finally

And Jehovah will finally depose!

MARCOS LOURES