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Black Messiah
05:20
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From slavery and fugitive
To leader, guerrilla and revolutionary
In a tie of blood and revenge
For his race he raises to practice the horror
From an unexplained evil
The terror invades their homes
Brought by shadows
And present into the water
Mackandal
The Black Messiah!
Mackandal
The lord of poison!
Mackandal
With his followers!
Mackandal
The Voodoo’s father!
Bringing death
To their lords and masters
With spasms of pain and choking
With the blood of his own vomit
Betrayed by one of his
He was captured and tortured
While the carcass of his body burned
Those who subjugated him were still cursing
Mackandal
The Black Messiah!
Mackandal
The lord of poison!
Mackandal
With his followers!
Mackandal
The Voodoo’s father!
“But be aware, oh, lords holders of possessions!
My spirit lives
On the death of each firstborn of yours
Through the blood that stains the land that doesn’t belong to you!”
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Psycopathy
03:37
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Seeing as a stranger by his peers
A pariah who cannot fit
With obsessive thoughts
And anti social behavior
Violence, sex and death
Pervade his mind
With an altered conduct
Walks among us
The voice in the head
The call to follow
The smell of blood don’t let him think
Close his eyes to embrace one more life
The alcohol masks
The face of horror
Loneliness only worsens
His psychotic tendencies
Becoming the messenger of death
With the purifying touch of his hands
Freeing souls, separating them from their bodies
The voice in the head
The call to follow
The smell of blood don’t let him think
Close his eyes to embrace one more life
Opening the chests one by one
Removing organ by organ
Masturbating with the viscera
Decapitate the bodies
Delight in seeing the skulls of victims
Kept as
Kept as
Kept them as trophies
The voice in the head
The call to follow
The smell of blood don’t let him think
Close his eyes to embrace one more life
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3. |
Nobody
05:31
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A total stranger for you
How to realize the love he had for you?
No eyes at me
Hypnotized by who had never noticed you
Didn’t understand
What was happening, nothing made sense
The lucid face of madness
Consumed in my eyes the reason
I know everything about you
Everything.
Even more than yourself
I bleed and suffer for you
Marking my body with this sickly connection
Prisoner of myself
I breathe breathless
Breaking the shackles
And thus freeing your being
Look what I do for us!
For some time I write and describe with blood
The desire to have you without seeing you
One after another
I have to face you
I know everything about you
Everything.
Even more than yourself
I bleed and suffer for you
Marking my body with this sickly connection
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The Pyle's Ballad
05:40
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I will make you my image
I’ll make you work ‘till you die
I know your… I know your name
And you are marked and fried
You will learn the right way
You won’t laugh or cry
I’ll teach you… teach you to be
A killing machine of mine
-What makes the grass grow?
Blood, blood, blood!
-What do you do in life?
Kill, kill, kill!
-Didn’t listen!
Kill, kill, kill!
-Still can’t listen!
Kill, kill, kill!
This is my weapon (is for battle)
This is my gun (is for fun)
It is my life (must control it)
Like I control me.
Must shoot them (before they shoot me)
Whatever (it’s for fun)
Must control it (like I control me)
“Till there no more enemies.
-What makes the grass grow?
Blood, blood, blood!
-What do you do in life?
Kill, kill, kill!
-Didn’t listen!
Kill, kill, kill!
-Still can’t listen!
Kill, kill, kill!
(Sarg.) - What do you want?
(Soldier) - Kill, sir!
(Sarg.) - Are you a killer?
(Soldier) - Yes, sir!
(Sarg.)
Show me your bloody hands
‘Cause I had spotted you!
Now listen, and listen well
I want this gun and I want it now!
What’s your problem?
Don’t you dare to unload it on me?
You don’t have the balls to blow my head!
-What do you do in life?
Kill, kill, kill!
-Didn’t listen!
Kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill
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Pesta Belo Horizonte, Brazil
Doom / Stoner Metal band from Belo Horizonte
Brazil
- Thiago Cruz
(vocals)
- Anderson Vaca (bass; backing vocals)
- Daniel Rocha (guitar)
- Marcos Resende (guitar)
- Flávio Freitas (drums)
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