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NO HAY DOLOR EN EL PARAISO...

ES LA VOLUNTAD DE DIOS...

STRANGE FRUIT

Southern trees bear a strange fruit,

Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,

Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze,

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant South,

The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,

Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,

Then the sudden smell of burning flesh!

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,

For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,

For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,

Here is a strange and bitter crop.

THE PINK OPAQUE

KICK HIS CHAINS

KICK HIS PRIDE

LIFT YOUR TOES

IN MY MOUTH

AND MAKE ME LOVE

HOTARU

Anima Mortuus

Hic Vesper Cælum

NEO AMERICA

LA EXPRESION DE LO ABSTRACTO

LA ABSTRACCION DE LO EXPRESO

PLUTON

SATAN PRENDS

PITIÉ DE

MA LONGUE

MISÈRE

ESQUIZOFRENIA

SOY UN BONITO

PEDAZO DE CARNE...

UNIVERSALIDAD

SOY LA ESTRELLA DEL INFRAMUNDO

SOY LA ESTRELLA SILENCIOSA

ZOMBIE LOVER

LES MORTS

NE SENS PAS...

EXISTENCIALIDAD

INFINITO Y EFIMERO