Anjos e Demônios

Another demon playing the trumpet
Wearing sin, calling me to trouble
Steel roses, bodies in the drawer
Makes me follow God praying in this letter

Another demon playing the trumpet
Wearing sin, calling me to trouble
Steel roses, bodies in the drawer
Makes me follow God praying in this letter

[Nocivo Shomon]
Lost in Babylon
Temptation invites in secret
Listening to demons in insomnia
Like Hornet on the avenue
The best in my bed
None in my heart
In the street, malice and plot
The devil pulling the trigger
Ocean of ambition
Our mission lost in the video
Empty life filling the glass
Angels without soul and bodies with chips
Bandit in the bad trip, smiling armed serpent
Another fallen archangel, wounded, expelled from paradise
I knew what was necessary, but ego tricks me cunningly
After that soap opera, the screen made me too dumb
I tried God's house, they said peace was found there
But the temple I sought only cared about my money
Maybe Jesus has already returned, doctor, and he is among us
Maybe he's that beggar snubbed by the church
Baptist on the tray, little faith fight for Noah
Still enchanted by lies in Salome's makeup

Another demon playing the trumpet
Wearing sin, calling me to trouble
Steel roses, bodies in the drawer
Makes me follow God praying in this letter

Another demon playing the trumpet
Wearing sin, calling me to trouble
Steel roses, bodies in the drawer
Makes me follow God praying in this letter

[Thiagão]
Hail, hail, hail, hail
Nocivo my buddy, in SP or Paraná
The internal war is the same
Me against me, let's go to the jungle to fight
My self inclined to deceive, inclined to lie
The more we listen to our self
The more we have to watch
Extremists killing for nothing
Inequality in Haiti
Because of many losing the war
Of me against me, that's what happens
Inflated ego, vanity
Corrupting character
Unbridled ambition
Stacking corpses for power
Me against me, no Xbox
No playstation, it's real life
In the war of me against me
Without God in my life
The evil side wins
That shoots and bang (shoots and bang)
The weak spirit, we live in fever
But the strengthened spirit makes us forgive
Who we think doesn't deserve
I know who I was (I know who I was)
I know who I am (I know who I am)
In this internal struggle I kill my self
So that the Lord lives in me
I preach Jesus, not on the cross
But in the ghetto and in the communities
Rap is serious, the message is serious
I'm not here to play, I'm past that age

Another demon playing the trumpet
Wearing sin, calling me to trouble
Steel roses, bodies in the drawer
Makes me follow God praying in this letter

Another demon playing the trumpet
Wearing sin, calling me to trouble
Steel roses, bodies in the drawer
Makes me follow God praying in this letter

[Moysés Martins]
Being human is carnal, a natural being
Insane, profane, mortal
Tends towards evil, is immoral, unequal
And here is said to be immortal saint
Rebellious to the law, ignores the king
Doubtful of spirit and grace
Believes in nothing
And with his own word
Promotes violence and disgrace (aham)
What you want you don't do
But what you don't want you embrace
For a woman loses peace, judges the world
Here kills, helps kill and kills himself
Makes the law that condemns injustice and wrong
But has the thorn in the flesh
Brings evil to the family, doesn't accept his burden
Hostage to his vice, is a coward
Has those who come for love (has)
And those who come only with pain (has)
If you don't feel the praise you will live in terror
Reap what you sow
Your flesh desires sin
Passion for the fruit of death, vanity
Your freedom, weakness
A step to the coffin, your mourning, longing
All who bleed on earth
Have a part with angel and demon, that's a fact
But those who deceive and make war
Don't even know what is holy and that Christ's cloak is sacred
If the demon plays his trumpet
Ignore the failure knocking at your door
Because the weeping of the steel rose
Is just sadness in the grave, the devil spawns

Another demon playing the trumpet
Wearing sin, calling me to trouble
Steel roses, bodies in the drawer
Makes me follow God praying in this letter

Another demon playing the trumpet
Wearing sin, calling me to trouble
Steel roses, bodies in the drawer
Makes me follow God praying in this letter

[Axé]
A-A-Axé emperor, Shomon faith
As prayer and supplication I bring you this song
In one gulp in the poem, this mention of salvation
When the rose exhales sulfur
And you realize that honey is not so sweet
Intensely with each step as if it were the last day
Each favela, a Shangri-La
A ghetto, an Eden, an Abel and Cain
Walking on darkness in the mirage of good and evil
The demons of perfumed Hayabusa by Mary Kay
Only the top in Kama Sutra, I popped
But I didn't say ok
Enemy wearing Prada, drinking Chandon, wearing lipstick
Smoking Cuban cigar, wearing Armani, with a good car
Adam and Eve in today's days
Tested attack on faith
Free will, a God help us
Nocivo Shomon, Emperor Axé
It's not easy to have Job's step
Nor to be a navigator like Noah
Romantic vision of crime
Pure illusionism of Solé
Biatches in thongs is what you get
Morbid beauty, vile metal, surreal, without 3D magnifying glass
Vrum vrum, giving boot to the puli
Pow pow pow pow, there's no one to hold
Disposition of crazy kids
This danger is immeasurable
Viata screaming in the crazy boot
My God, it's the Rota's arrow
Sapeco, burst, maloca
That doesn't back down, that we change
Another body stretched on the ground going to the drawer, crazy is the countryside
The mother recognizes the son with the psalm tattoo on his back

Another demon playing the trumpet
(Among angels and demons)
Wearing sin, calling me to trouble
(Psalm 23: The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want)
Steel roses, bodies in the drawer
(Refresh my soul, lead me in the paths of righteousness)
Makes me follow God praying in this letter
(For the love of your name)

Another demon playing the trumpet
Wearing sin, calling me to trouble
Steel roses, bodies in the drawer
Makes me follow God praying in this letter