THERE ARE SOME TO PUSH THE BUTTONS
THERE ARE THOSE WHO TAKE THE ORDERS
THERE ARE SCORES TO GREASE THE GEARS
AND THE DROVES WHO FUEL THE MOTORS
ALL OF US ARE SLAVISH SHADOWS
HIGH ON LIES AND ON "SUCCESS"
ON FALSE ILLUSIONS OF "SURVIVAL"
GRAFTED BY OUR MASTER RACE
IMPRISONED SOULS IN FIRES OF PASSION
OUR PAIN WILL NEVER BE RELIEVED
HEAR THE WAILING, GNASHING TEETH
HELL CONSUMES US WITH OUR DEEDS
WE TURNED THE KEY, STEPPED THROUGH THE GATES
FAR BEYOND THE WALL OF FEAR
AND AS WE FALL, WHAT DO WE SEE?
NO FIERY HALLS - A MIRRORED HELL
DEMONS AT THE THRESHOLD, COVERED UP IN HOLY ROBES
SELLING FRIGHT TO LURE THE MASSES, TRADE INDULGENCE FOR OUR SOULS
OH, THE PATHS TO HELL ARE COUNTLESS, THERE IS ONE FOR EACH OF US
TO WALK OUR OWN PATHS, WE ARE READY - AS LONG AS OTHERS TAKE THE BLAME
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021