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THE BITTER ART OF DETESTATION
Hate’s growing around the global sphere,
All are conspiring to attack their own fear.
Nervous fingers are ready to judge and condemn,
as a workaholic judges spanking his hammer.
Digital lions are roaring loud in a deaf dimension.
Rat communities are hiding behind a keyboard.
(Bridge)
Web gods...
Religions to hate us!
Politicians...
A reason to conspirators!
Sexuality...
Learn to hate their selves!
(Chorus)
Distilling their coward poison, fake leaders have linked to unfair retaliation. The bitter art of detestation... All are connected to spread the hate portion.
Face to face their attitude flows out of pants
They'll bite own tongue and taste their own poison
Taste the bitter art of detestation
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Rage Before Some Hope
04:03
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RAGE BEFORE SOME HOPE
Gods are able to paralyze the spirits...
Money to rot body... (rotting souls)
Ignorance to suffocate the culture...
I've felt rage before getting some hope… in rage!!!
The soundtrack injects depression inside my mind.
The revolt is drowned inside the sadness of a black sunrise.
… the sadness of a black sunrise.
Sometimes I've marched before the first daylight.
My burnt eyes are fighting a battle that's not mine.
(Chorus)
Rage of many is the redemption of a few... Rage before some hope.
Do not reach out those who condemn you... we'll ever stand here.
Resurrecting the old revolt that made the world turn up.
Old war has brought us alive until here.
…alive until here…
Reason was lost in the dark and day starts without good feelings.
But it's useful to stay with feet in hell.
(Chorus)
Rage of many is the redemption of a few... Rage before some hope.
Do not reach out those who condemn you... we'll ever stand here.
I've felt rage before getting some hope
Resurrecting the old revolt that made the world turn up
Gods are able to paralyze the spirits...
Money to rot body...
Ignorance to suffocate the culture...
I've felt rage before getting some hope… in rage!!!
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Toothless Messiah
04:41
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TOOTHLESS MESSIAH
… and thorn will pierce again in another ways...
You asked in a thousand prays and now he's
materialized in front your eyes.
Wearing some stinky rags and bare feet touching
the ground,
Divine grace incarnated in filthy misery.
Are you ready to leave your richness behind and
follow the beggar called God?
Shepherds have promised a luxurious God to you.
Priests have told you to wait the grace of Lord.
Damn!
I wanna see you hailing the toothless God.
Lifetime wasted... Untrue belief
A lying Messiah... Men turned to sheep
The heaven had no price.
Wasted sacrifice...
Godly beggar will burn all religious fortune.
Wasted sacrifice...
Prophetic words have spit by a toothless gum.
Shepherds have promised a luxurious God to you.
Priests have told you to wait the grace of Lord.
Damn!
I wanna see you hailing the toothless God.
Lifetime wasted... Untrue belief
A lying Messiah... Men turned to sheep
Wasted sacrifice...
Heaven had no price…
… and thorn will pierce again in another ways...
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MURDER, SEX, HATE AND MORE
More murder, sex, hate and more…
(hate, pain, fear, gods)
More money, gods, fear and more…
Society faces me spitting knives from the eyes,
But I have stabbed society with the same knives
Colonized / Hate
Industrialized / Fear
Dehumanized / Sex
Customized / Obsessions
No more Obsessions!
The elite feels confronted with my existence.
My truth is a menace to their state of ignorance.
Corrupted / Gods
Embedded / Violence
Hallowed / Possessions
Legalized / Aggressions
I won't be more the scavenger of human obsession
I won’t be manure to these golden gardens
More murder, sex, hate and more…
(hate, pain, fear, gods)
More money, gods, fear and more…
Society faces me spitting knives from the eyes,
But I have stabbed society with the same knives
Colonized / Hate
Industrialized / Fear
Dehumanized / Sex
Customized / Obsessions
I won't be more the scavenger of human obsession
I won’t be manure to these golden gardens (golden shit / golden hate)
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Violent March of Chaos
04:20
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VIOLENT MARCH OF CHAOS
We need to infect society with our revolt.
We are united against betrayers of voting.
We'll force dictators getting out.
Our weapons won’t kill them but will do they fall.
(Chorus)
The weaker sides of perception... chaos… let them reign!
Violent march arises it all, over the mountains!
It's leaving stains of chaos...
Violent march arises...
It's time to remember the old bad memories
And feed the mind with the product of this agony
Hatred will move us to march for our lives
Our weapons won’t kill them, but will do they fall.
(Chorus)
Listen the order words.
We'll bring the new age.
(Violent march arises...)
But some blood will pour.
Violent march of Chaos.
This world as we know is in an intense decline...
We won't cry over the ruins of a failed system.
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Damaged Wood Coffins
05:14
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DAMAGED WOOD COFFINS
Dentro da minha sepultura eu posso ouvir a cega assassina contando as notas sujas pela terra que cobre o meu caixão de madeira podre...
Leiloaram minha sentença e quem pagou mais por ela me odiava...
Damned hands build coffins…
Coffins with certain measure for the poor.
They build damaged wood coffins.
Maybe the next coffin will be yours.
(Chorus)
The bed of dead is ready
But you may lay down if you want
Justice works for all...
...burying us in misery.
She is blind, but feels the smells of blame.
Damned hands doesn't builds luxurious coffins for rich ones
Justice is paid to do it and never felt shame.
Justice was paid…
Damned hands build coffins…
Coffins with certain measure for the poor.
They build damaged wood coffins.
Maybe the next coffin will be yours.
(Chorus)
The bed of dead is ready
But you may lay down if you want
Justice works for all...
...burying us in misery.
She is blind, but feels the smells of blame.
It builds coffins for the hungry
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EPIDEMIC AND GOD SELFISHNESS
Welcome to this dimension of blindness,
where fear is fed by loneliness.
Intolerance grows like an epidemic.
Oppressed hate turns to selfishness.
A God doesn’t cure us.
Legalized miraculous drugs…
Sickness doesn't kill us.
A brain’s cured in hurting.
Positivist messages without sense written to alienate us.
We're all blind and numb to face this entire apocalypse.
Welcome to this dimension of loneliness.
(Oppressed hate turns to blindness)
Intolerance grows like a fucking God.
Welcome to this dimension of blindness,
where fear is fed by loneliness.
Oppressed hate turns to selfishness.
Hell!
A God doesn’t cure us.
Legalized miraculous drugs…
Sickness doesn't kill us.
A brain’s cured in hurting.
Positivist messages without sense written to alienate us.
We're all blind and numb to face this entire apocalypse.
Welcome to this dimension of loneliness.
(Oppressed hate turns to blindness)
Intolerance grows like a fucking God.
Welcome to this dimension of blindness
Welcome to this dimension of blindness
Welcome to this dimension of hate
A true God won't legalize miracles.
Intolerance will lead us to a path with no return.
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ELITIST HEAVEN RULED BY DEVIL
Ascension of incarnated souls,
Corrupted angels have taken the bodies and their ghosts
To a paradise made of gold and power,
Promoted by beliefs in capitalist idols.
Are you prepared to pay the price of climb the level?
The pile of corpses is the stairway to heaven.
Under the heaven ruled by Devil,
Miserable creatures taste a holy sewage meal.
Hell has ruled for a God trying to be devil,
Promoted by beliefs in masochist idols.
Are you prepared to pay the price of climb the level?
The pile of corpses is the stairway to heaven,
Ascension of incarnated souls,
Corrupted angels have taken the bodies and their ghosts
To a paradise made of gold and power,
Promoted by beliefs in capitalist idols.
Are you prepared to pay the price of climb the level?
The pile of corpses is the stairway to heaven.
Down! Everybody has a price for the suit’s priests.
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Timebomb Conscience
03:37
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THE TIME BOMB CONSCIENCE
The will was denied to the slave,
while the rebel dwells in his conscience.
A time bomb that will make the colony falls.
A mob’s waiting the time to assume consequences.
Propaganda and culture of human hate,
Confinement in illusion of liberty inside four walls,
The eyes of conscience was devoured by solitude and sorrow.
Hearts, cold as winter, fear the announcement of war.
The bomb of chaos was disarmed to save us.
The mind of rebel was disarmed to keep the slaves.
The will was denied to the slave,
while the rebel dwells in his conscience.
Propaganda and culture of human hate,
Confinement in illusion of liberty inside four walls,
The eyes of conscience was devoured by solitude and sorrow.
Hearts, cold as winter, fear the announcement of war.
The bomb of chaos was disarmed to save us.
The mind of rebel was disarmed to keep the slaves.
Punishment to the slaves
Punishment to the conscience
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10. |
KRH317
04:36
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KRH317
Forever walking in a thin line between corruption and honesty
Forever falling into corruption side!
There are no millions enough to satisfy…
… satisfy the unscrupulous mind
KRH317 – You killed hero inside you!
It's not matter if people dying or nations are leaded to decline
There are no terrible nightmares to haunt the greedy minds
KRH317 – You killed hero inside you!
Forever walking in a thin line between corruption and honesty
There are no millions enough to satisfy… (There are no millions…)
… satisfy the unscrupulous mind
KRH317 – You killed hero inside you!
What you’re gonna do when dirty millions dance under your nose?
Will you be a new Robin Hood?
No! You killed hero inside you!
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MINISTRY OF NATIONAL INQUISITION
It’s the cruel trinity of money, power and fucking cross…
Free sex and abuse in backstage cult’s…
Castrated audience offers a lamb (to be kill) to be hurt.
This terrible nightmare waits for us in near future...
Organized crime of crucifixion...
(Dangerous mix of religious fanaticism and political corruption)
They'll try to rule us following an old story book.
Dangerous mix of religious fanaticism and political corruption
They'll try to rule us… It’s the cruel trinity…
Free sex and abuse in backstage cult’s…
Castrated audience offers a lamb (to be kill) to be hurt.
They'll try to rule us following an old story book.
They'll try to rule us following an old story book.
Amen…
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Drowned Belo Horizonte, Brazil
Drowned is a Brazilian Thrash/Death Metal band based in Belo Horizonte, the same City of Sepultura, Sarcófago, Chakal,
Mutilator and more.
The first album was BONEGRINDER, in 2001, released by legend label Cogumelo Records. A new album is coming, 8th of a two-decade carreer, including Greyhaze Records USA/EU distribution.
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