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Intro
01:00
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Paramilitary Commandos
03:50
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Commandos...
Paramilitary Commandos, Killer Commandos
Without Mercy or Emotions, Without Fear or Remorse
Something Sinister I Hear in the Mountains
Rifles Noises, Sounds of Shots
Never Silent, Desperate Cries
Pleading Mercy, they Never have
Hundreds of Atrocities, of which Nobody Talks
Human Rights, are Just Words
Government and Soldiers Have Sold their Souls
Many of them Know and Remain Silent While they are Pay
While Some of them Trade Drugs, for Weapons
Narco-Money it´s Raining for high Headships
The Dead are Only the Number they Fake
The Poor People´s Flesh Bleed and Rot
Horrendous Predatory, Machinery, Carrying Devastation
The Land Without Money to Anyone Excited, They Take the Wealth and Leave Destruction
A Drop of Water does not Rain
Drops of Blood don’t Stain the Sea
A Million Drops can Break Dike Levees
When Comes the Storm, will Bring us Calm?
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Collapsed World
02:56
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The Show has been Finished
Farce Ended, Lie Died
That World of Dreams
Has Turned into a Nightmare
False Democracy
Great Reality Show
You Would Choose
The One Who Annihilates You!
A Long Time Thinking, Everything was Under Control
Without Fear and Trusting, Inclined the World at your Feet
Collapsed World, Hunger and Terror
No Water, No Energy, There will be No More Love Stories
Death and Fear, will be Daily Bread
Cannibalism, the Last Option to Continue Living!
Too Late, we Wake, we’ll Suffocate
We Are Succumbing to Chaos, we’ll Bury the Faith!
And Still Ignorant, you would Choose
That Sadistic Man, who Destroy you!
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Caught on Screen
03:06
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Caught on Screen
Trapped by Monitors
Locked in a Maze of Lethal Information
I'm Looking for a Way out, a Way to Escape
My Bloody Red Eyes, Irritated and Blurred
The Inert Body, has Paralyzed Bones
Caught on Screen
Trapped by Monitors
My Inert Body
Lost, Watching TV
I´m Networked, Living a Simulated Reality
With Intravenous Drugs, and Sweetened Garbage
In Front of Screens, I Get Excited with Fakes
Never Take off the Screens, Beyond it Exists Only Horror!
Out of Here Million Cameras, are the Eye of Terror
Trapped by Screens, from the Womb to the Grave
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The Undead
03:59
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No Reason, no Reason in his Life
Something that Get Him out a Torturous Routine
With Nothing to Wake up, this Living Dead
A Light to Illuminate his Diffused Mind
A Reason
A New Breath
Some Blood
Transfusion
That Undead
Without Importance for all
That Joke Man
That you Laugh at with Arrogance
That Obedient Slave
He'll Tear out your Bowels
He will Break Your Bones, He'll Tear out Your Eyes
Your Body will Sliced, He'll Make you Explode Into Pieces
He'll Give you an acid Bath, He'll feed you to Pigs
You'd Better Stay out, Or He'll Tear out Your Balls
He'll Fry Your Balls
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Reticulate Barcelona, Spain
Death Metal Grind, from Barcelona (Spain). First demo EP "The Undead" was self-produced in 2016. First album "Bloody Holidays" was recorded and produced in Moontower Studios (Barcelona) in 2018, and released by Coyote Records & Sevared Records. Both records has been illustrated by the artist John Quevedo Janssens. ... more
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