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By the Grace of Evil

by Drowned

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XIII CHAPTER (Nothing Stops the Killing) Burn the symbol of all trust. There’s no more time for anything we believe. The nails are corrupted by the rust. The center of the universe stinks oil and bleeds. The main light that shines Is the open fire against you. Oceans boiling and turn to black. Scream of siren is premonition of the attack. Have no problem… War is nice!!! We are the fuel and we are the fire that sacrifices… Time will purify sin after sin. One by one, the temples will fall. Blood will flow the river of pain. It won’t free you. It can’t save the lamb. Nothing stops the killing!!! If God is there, make something to stop the killing!!! God can't stand here or there. He is very coward for that. By now, he must be hiding… Must be hiding behind a Bush!
2.
THE HELL MARCH The hell march goes on... It takes direction over the bodies and souls. I see no future, we’ll die for sure. Last is our breath leving the race in scorn. Came to us the most painful fate that inspired men to war and hate. Divine is this world set on fire that burns for god and devil’s desire. The hell march goes on... And the time has no more meaning to be. The biggest wings of mayhem embrace the earth. The weapons of men had made their curse. The hell march goes on... To war for your beliefs and die like a cursed. The hell march went by... As useless as i, prayers didn’t cure the plague. This is the final chapter of mankind’s belief... the ending line of god’s hell kingdom of death! Marching in the razors’ edge… between the fire and the knife…
3.
GODLESS FIELD Nothing seems to be right. Chaos has its perfect delight. There’s no light beyond the line. Curse reigned… This is the time! No future for the human race. No god can change the fate. We hear the sound of the seven trumpets. The hands of death play with the human puppets. We are really dying in this soulless and inhuman time. Death means God, and Hell is everywhere… Godless field of nightmare… Winds blow the seventh bell that turns any fields in hell. When you die, they forget your name. In dark of a coffin, you hear the echoes of blame. After death, nobody hears your yell. It’s sad when you cry and God doesn’t help... Then you realize so much time you had lost. Maybe arrived the time to take his place on cross…
4.
KILL THE LAMBS The worms crawl in circles, consuming the rot flesh of God. The serpent speaks the tong of miserable. The serpent greed’s the flesh of hog. We won’t be lambs of Jesus’ flock. Kill the lambs!!! They just want to kill the lambs!!! We won’t downcast and march. None shepherd will guide us to slaughter. Dogs won’t consume our flesh. None God will use our leather.
5.
AK-47 03:53
AK-47 I’m feel almost God with my AK-47… Blessed be my finger when I pull the fuckn’ trigger! Never act against the will of Deity… Kill!!! I will show all my scorn… When I pull the trigger! Blessed be your dead… Blessed be your cripples! Kill him!!! Burn him!!! God will choose the last… Kill him!!! Burn him!!! Ending is coming fast… Follow, capture and torture… Kill… Make the God real. Stop praying… back to war!!! Die for your God… for your war!!! And so it is writing (…is writing) … So I will make…(…for God!) It’s the will of hate… My hatred is a gift from God. Kill!!! Kill!!! Kill!!! Kill… Make the evil real. Stop praying… back to the killing. Die for your hate… for your killing.
6.
THE SON WILL NOT RETURN Still burning heretics by the grace of fanatics... Hate is just the grace...Just hate we create... 666… The Nazarene is gone… He burns seated in his throne. Still burning all mankind - The inferno you will find. Moralized by hate… Hate forged by grace… In hell the cross will burn!!! The son will not return... Don’t wish God will make anything for you… If God is hope…the hope has died!!! Christ is the reason of all hatred lives… Hate is just the grace...Just hate we create...
7.
NO GOD FOR APES We’ve born in the cradle of the human hatred. Welcome to the jungle of society impaled. The civilization has failed… has failed!!! We are not wise enough to receive the blessings... The cross is the symbol of hope on horror!!! All in the world worships the unseen terror… the unseen terror… No God for Apes… We are apes and Jesus’ grace… Never flash in our face… We are not wise enough to receive the blessings...
8.
...ONLY A BUSINESS!!! Divine capitalist wheel goes around, smashing all who lives on the unholy ground. Their golden flames burn souls of paupers and boneless flesh dances in mouth of masters. God is only a business!!! And Lunatics sale places in other dimensions. Fools buy hope made with material possessions. Explore the ignorance. Crush the innocence. God is only a business!!! God just wanted media!!! Pray for money pays the price of your escape. Or the hell is the only place where you’ll go after death. Dogs bark with wrath and try to lead the lambs to death.
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POKE YOUR WOUNDS You’re spiting in your own face the blood of your disgrace. Poke your wounds with a knife and make them bleed again. Suffering won’t safe your life, but pain is all that remains. Masochist! Salt drains in your wounds!!! Pessimist! Drink the blood of Christ’s wounds!!! False stigmas and self-immolation… Finally you taste the sweet flavor of self-destruction… Every night you join the hands and pray at God for sending you to hell.
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ALL WILL BE FINE...(...If We All Are Dead!) All will be fine if we all are dead! The madman down on his knees and resigns his reasons for God. The cross is burning in his chest. Drugged, his suffering is better!!! Trapped in a bed of a madhouse, if you have faith, just insane, …I don’t!!! It retards the pain ‘till arrives his death. It retards the pain ‘till arrives his death!!! All will be fine if we all are dead! Only the madman reaches the heaven…

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released December 7, 2004

It was recorded, mixed and mastered
during August/October 2004 at Drowned
Room Studio Nova Lima/MG – Brazil.
Engineer on recordings - Marcos Amorim.
Tracks 1-3: Amorim, Lima, Loureiro and Nunes.
Tracks 4-10: Amorim, Lima, Loureiro, Nunes and Porto.
Arrangements composed by Drowned.
Lead Clean Vocals sung by Marcos Amorim.
Acoustic guitars played by Marcos Amorim.
Backing vocals on The son will not return
and Kill the lambs by Lima, Amorim, Nunes,
Loureiro and Ribeiro.
Front cover, art direction
and design by Fernando Lima.
Gargoyle painted by Marcus Ravelli.
By The Evil Alive
Recorded on November 19, 2005, in Belo Horizonte/MG - Brazil, celebrating the 25th Anniversary of Cogumelo Records. Mixed and mastered at DR Studio, Nova Lima/MG – Brazil. Live photos by Cristiano Kriss.

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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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