Krig (BRA) : Target: Human Mission: Destroy

Death Metal / Brazil
(2009 - Nokternal Hemizphear)
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1. MERCENARY PASTOR

Greetings to Jesus Christ, the Son of God
Son of banker, he came so that I can make myself rich
He came so I can catch your money
He came so I can sell his church

This is the church of Christ, the first bank created by men
Greedy men, we are going to steal money of the poor
We are going to make monetary empires in the name of God
Therefore we know that Christ was born in a palace

Sell the church
Sell the church
Sell the church I am the mercenary pastor

A tenth is not enough, take it and give me the ninety
Sell your house, sell your car, give away to my church
I am building my empire
Give me one more offering, I'll buy me a new car


2. FATALITY BRUTALITY

Brutality, fatality and death
The smell of slaughter is in the air
Misfortune, hunger and plague
That is the end of the times

Brutality and fatality!

Wars, death and treason
The hatefulness is stronger and stronger
Blood and anomaly on the edge!
Kill now, this is your mission

In spite of everything I hold to my faith
God gives me strength to overcome
No matter what they say, I will stand strong


3. CHAOS IN THE AIR

Chaos, chaos, chaos
How can I leave with that rain of bullets?
Chaos, chaos, chaos
Look at the window
I see a hole in my head
My blood spurts without end

Chaos, chaos, chaos!
Chaos on air

Honest people leave their houses in the morning
Without the certainty they will be alive until nightfall
Fear suffocates them in every place
The chaos is everywhere
It's enough to give a false step
Then feeling his body blasting in the air
Do you want to know hell?
Then you open your eyes you are over it

Who knows? One day we will wake up early
Having the certainty that we will live in peace
Many ask: why is God fleeing from us?
God is not running from us, we do it to ourselves


4. FAST FOOD

Palace of carnivorous, irrational meal
Supply the high society quickly
Time doesn't care, eat less and work more
Feed the empire, feed the publicity

Eat the label, don't feed yourself

They enslave as in the old times
Small salaries and lots of work
The businessmen are swimming in your sweat
Attend all the needs of them

Brain is washed by the publicity
There is no choice, there is no decision
The capitalist empire wants to bite our heads off
And sell us quick as food


5. MY INTESTINE IS DISPLAYED

I was in the war with a mission
Honor my homeland and my family
Get together my things and go out
Now is the time, I will stroll without fear

In the battle I see my friends
Many are dead; others lack parts in their body
I don't care; I'm not going to give up now

Walking thru the jungle searching for the enemy
Thirsty for blood and hungry for meat
But all by myself I am a very fragile aim

Boom!

Look! My intestine's displayed!


6. YOU WILL BE HATED

Today you have chosen this path
Now prepare yourself
You'll be disgusted, almost vomited
Live without fear, this will be your challenge

They'll point the finger at you, and will say: "You are in chains"
They'll point the finger at you, and will say: "You lose your mind"

But don't worry, you are set free
Your abstract or concrete chains were broken

The prisoners are your enemies
The prisoners are your accusers
By them you will be hated
By them you will be hated


7. MY ABSTRACT SIDE

In the concrete world I have limits
I am a prisoner of myself and my body
I can't transform things
I can't transform my body

Shot at myself and I hurt me
Jump off a building, I tear apart me
I can bear this concrete world
I would like to be concrete at my abstract side

I'm going to my abstract side where I follow my rules
Where I share no paradigm
Seems good, live in a parallel world
My repressed desires come to the surface
The abstract one makes me know myself unconscious


8. AMAZON BLEEDS

Is the green smell still in the air?
Take the time while you still can feel it
The gray smell is dominating
They're mugging our lungs

The refrigerator of the world is being turned off
Beating down the trees planting drugs
Stealing the animals' species
Spilling the blood of man

Amazon bleeds

The time is short, you are joking
God's work is being mutilated
Fauna and Flora cries
They plant greed and knock down values


9. POLITICIANS IN THE PIGSTY

Filthiness is spread around
The muddy pigs are in control
They are going up in the pulpit
Vomit in their mouth
By the way their stomach is like a sewer

They make promises but never fulfill them
Neither the left or right party
Anyways they are pigs eating the same plate
They never mind the people, but only think of stealing

Politicians in the pigsty
Don't steal; the government hates competition

Legalized thieves, bastard pigs
Grunting inside their blazers
Whores are holy before them
Therefore you are the bitch of the immoral


10. BEAUTIFUL MUTILATION

Soap operas give the standard for your house
You imitate the outside that looks to be pretty to the eyes of the men
Definition of beauty is preached by society

Narcissistic mutilation
Pretty mutilation

You get paid thousands of dollars for a surgery
Tear the body finding a better appearance
You judge me for not fitting your mold
But you will see that all rotten flesh will be dust like me

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