Fausto

Que caminhos tortuosos te terão levado

A escolher glória pessoal e fama?

Como alguém tão culto poderia ser enganado,

Acabando seu triunfo por se tornar drama,

Os espelho apenas reflectiam narcisimo,

Uma alma conspurcada pela glória do abismo.

Porque vendeste tua alma ao Diabo?

Seria sede de conhecimento ou de beleza

Que te faria jovem ao fim e ao cabo,

Trinta e quatro anos de juventude e grandeza,

Tantos desejos indómitos abafaram tua razão,

Arrastando-te ao poço da eterna danação.

Nesse século de estudiosos,

Tantos livros eram abertos com avidez,

Invejavas teus alunos jovens e formosos,

Ricos e ociosos, ébrios de pura languidez,

Almejavas a juventude e ainda a sabedoria,

Cada hora na ampulheta do destino se perdia.

Quando em teu leito de morte te encontravas,

Tuas mãos agarravam ciosamente manuscritos,

Era pela vida,não pela salvação que chamavas,

Temias mais a morte que juramentos malditos,

Como grilhetas te prenderam com maldade,

Servindo elas para toda a eternidade.

Agora na noite mais profunda e escura,

Caminhas sem rumo nas lajes do cemitério,

Teus passos ecoando na pedra fria e dura,

Teu negro manto cheio de mofo e mistério,

Tua bengala tacteando o teu trilho terrível,

Digna de um conde vampiresco, insensível.

Para o alto nunca mais olharás,

Tua face não se erguerá para o céu,

Nos tenebrosos infernos lamentarás ,

A tua profunda cegueira que te tornou réu

De um julgamento que não poderá terminar,

Tamanha tua ambição que cedo te fez vergar.

Touch In The Dark

The wind is haunted tonight,

Sending greetings in the darkness,

A light could shine very bright,

But couldn't see because I'm blind,

Only the heath ant the magic of a flame,

Whispers from nowhere calling my name.

Misterious songs echoing in my mind,

Take me into the well of insanity,

Unable to see what flows behind,

Would like to see what is standing near,

But rather not to see as fear will desappear.

In this winter night I stand,

Holding thorns in my hand,

Dancing in the darkness all alone.

Memories make me shiver with pain,

Its sharp blades piercing trough my soul,

Only ashes from the past still remain,

But I keep recalling the past without rest,

My weakening heart fading inside my cest.

All I want is to be in peace,

The noises from the day make me run away,

I'm a butterfly fading in my desease,

My broken wings are laind in the ground,

As I weep but without making a sound.

In this winter night I crawl,

In the endless darkness I a small,

Only a petal in a withering flowerfield.

I sense the wings of Night surrounding me,

I reach my hands daring to hold Hers,

Tonight I am able to feel free,,

Singing aloud the melody of disgrace

Letting the tears of loneliness cover my face.

The violins are playing melodies from the past,

Unfolding the silence into a thousand pieces,

I know this life may be the last,

I fear to forget this music someday,

And silence the music in every possible way.

The gloves of darkness caress my face,

I gladly fall into her sweet embrace,

Descending into the world of my dreams.

I'm not afraid of the tunders in the storm,

I won't run away from the ghosts in white,

This cold night shouldn't feel so worm,

When I oppened myself to the dark,

Lightening my spirit with a single spark.

I sing until my voice run out,

Rejoycing with rthis moment so strange,

If Only I could still scream and shout,

To reach the stillness of the universe,

And reach perrfection with a single verse.

Exhausted I will fall asleep,

Dreaming about the beauty of sorrow,

Never felt life could be so deep,

Invading me with with black oceans,

Making me feel drunk of my emotions.

Now I am lighter than a feather,

Flying in a sky full of stars,

Regardless to the power of the weathewr,

I walk barefeeted in the crushing cold,

A single shard of a broken glass sounds like gold.