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¡Vámonos, órale!
Aquí estamos pendejos
esperamos a despertar muertos,
esos cabrones de más antes
vamos a cantar e invocar.
Levántense hijos de puta
van a hacer lo que yo mande
chinguen nuestros enemigos
como quiera no valen verga,
mándenlos al pozo en la tierra
y márcalos con esta seña
los habladores serán capados
el tiempo va a llegar
cuando todos van a revotar
porque esta vida ya está perdida
mis demonios me dijeron
puro loco como tú y yo.
El ejército de malandros
ahí vienen marchando en chinga
con los cuetes y matracas en la mano
estamos empleando soldados cabrones
a droga la hora
los mas chingones vamos a escoger
la eternidad aquí va terminar
olvídate de la paz
porque al último nada va a importar.
Ejército de malandros
La guerra se hincha
mandamos los vivos por detrás
y los muertos por enfrente.
Llueve desmadre
sácales la vuelta si sabes.
Ejército de malandros
Ya están muertos,
no pueden matarlos
porque tienen sangre
de puro pinche malandro.
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2. |
Sweating Buckets
04:37
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In the early dawning hours
it starts to snow,
we all gather around
sweating buckets of gore.
Paranoid and silent
the shit swells your mind
time will pass and all things
shall come to an end
“Se acabará todo el pase”.
Sweating buckets
Sweating buckets
“Matándome yo mismo
para poder vivir”
swallowed whole and eaten alive
“Tragado entero este jale esta perro”.
Sweating buckets of human inferno
talking shit they all cease
to exist rise among us rape and kill
unloved ones sent for protection
the white devil´s connection
I dig my own grave
with a spoon and blade.
Once again time will pass
and all things shall come to end
“Se acabará todo el pase”.
Sweating buckets
Sweating buckets
just when you thought
it had come to an end
summon up some fiends
and some friends
as darkness descends
we start over again
tomorrow we all feel
like the walking dead,
the walking dead.
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3. |
Last Haunted Scriptures
06:00
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Hear my last words
embedded and clear
I wish to end
all depressions to come.
To fate of my world
union of hate
tortured in thoughts
of damage or disease
we were never sheltered
against necrosis
though us we began
as fucking mistakes
your names are all listed
in my fucking scroll dead
alone mindless I´ve been stoned
suffering I have done
my miserable time.
I felt as if I was falling asleep
in a pool of blood
with a bullet buried deep
within my skull
mothers of fools,
bastards and retards
they´ve all had their hearts
sucked dry walking deplored
content and depressed
they´ll sing you a lullaby then beat
your ass to death
unexperted sorrows
and symptomps of guilt
I left remorse but now
I choose retribution.
The pale moon fell upon my creation
hard with pain and lamentation
believe me when I say I have
nothing more to live for.
I choose to close my chapter
Despite my love
for this fucked up life.
Rejoices the reaper
as he harvests people,
rotting at the bottom of the earrel
of human mother fucking shit.
Hoards of no distinct race
embrace of my last
haunting scriptures.
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4. |
Cell Block 8
04:32
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Diminish my views with anger,
violence, insanity
Satan's apprentice
slowly molding divine hate,
anguish, pain, and fucking sorrow.
Multitude of demons
love-making cadavers
laugh as to scorn
at life terms.
I see no time or presence
just one long year
sinners are tied,
bound, and gagged.
Taken to my place in time
my own fucked up little corner
sentenced to what?
die or rot?
Consumed by hate
cesspool in cell block eight
humans abused the horror,
disease a world of lies
and outcasts sacrificed.
Trapped in a trip
my world collides with the surreal
nowhere to turn
just let it eat at my brain.
I am slowly passed
through hellmouth's passage
awaiting the beginning of my afterlife.
Deathbed prayers aren't answered
below, these flames
are trying to conceal me
conceal me for what?
salvation or widespread hallucination?
Consumed by hate
cesspool in cell block eight
humans abused the horror,
disease a world of lies
and outcasts sacri-fucking-ficed
Diminish my views with anger,
violence, insanity
Satan's apprentice
slowly molding divine hate,
anguish, pain, and fucking sorrow.
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Destrozados por esta vida
todos queriendo evitar el nacimiento
este pinche mundo seco de agua
y lleno de sangre fría
recen por sus propias almas
pidiendo justicia pero ese mismo día
llegan a matar
putos mentirosos con dos caras
por seguridad se van a quemar
ahora se chingan.
Catholicos diabolicos
(un chingo de veces)
Mendigos hijos de perra
se merecen la pinche muerte
por haber mutilado a varios
que no sabían que vivían?
Sacados de las pinches entrañas
ensangrentados y desnudos
torciendo sin hablar,
hoy dejan de resollar
muerte al asesino
el que a tirado cuerpos
como pinche desperdicio
sin usar ninguna bendición
obra que es diabólica
piden más sangre sin pena.
Catholicos diabolicos
vendieron sus almas
al pastor más chingón
sin pensar que nunca tendrán
ningún perdón
los llantos de las almas negras
suben al final
y todos enfrente
encontrarán al satanás.
Esos llantos de las almas negras
esperan la llegada
corrientes de ángeles
que los llevarán al final total
se hacen llamar hijos de dios
pero en el fondo sólo hay
odio y rencor
se retornan ellos en muerte
los espíritus quedan poseídos e inertes.
Catholicos diabolicos
vendieron sus almas
al pastor más chingón
sin pensar que nunca tendrán
ningún pinche perdón
los llantos de las almas negras
suben al final
y todos enfrente
encontrarán al satanás.
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6. |
Tecato´s Field
02:54
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Painting some signs with body fluids
feel the overflowing vomit of protest
we all have that sick sense inside
take the fix of the suicide sick.
But he will fucking perish
no one answers to his cries
soon he will be covered
with the stench of decay.
Scratching 'til I bleed
sitting here contemplating
by this rotten tree of woe
my salvation is a joke.
Half-assed dug graves
no way of knowing who's who
for these poor mother fuckers
this is the peace of the grave.
They've appointed executions
this weaver of dreams
lost in a vast ocean of grief.
Ambushed and slaughtered
these fuckers opened fire
silenced forever
sweet and undeniably dead.
They lock us up and stash the key
our brothers are cons and so are we.
Why must you mangle me
and sentence us to extinction?
we are strong people trying
to move aside political mountains.
They parade us, separate us,
tossed in landfills
Tecato's Field.
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Weird Resurrections of the Flesh
To which is born of pure deformity
sacrificed and sanctified
as the divine entity
mutants from after the apocalypse
chosen to face this legacy of carnage.
Carrion of many decapitated apostles.
You poor excuse for a disturbed soul
forced to ride the swarm of locusts
spurting, spitting blood
as we all enter this hollow oak
but they all get to come back.
Weep, weep my elegiac friend
weep those fucking tears again
wasted away from the gods disease
beloved only to itself.
Misled from underneath
always in sorrowful need
asking too much of his past regrets
lumps of what dissolves his heart.
Summons from the old ones
given unto us of our last ten days
why should we believeth
in this so-called prophet of the maker
reincarnate freak of nature.
Thou art in divine guidance abroad
speak your pacts with all your mouths
tell us of your horrid
gangrenic infections
that epidemic of flesh
evolving carcinogens.
Weird resurrections of the flesh
Weird resurrections of the flesh
Weird resurrections of the flesh
Weird resurrections of the flesh
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8. |
Damned
03:07
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Burnt at the gathering
besides the stake
tongues that are black
your skin they will take
today is the day
of sadly burned clowns
they all once enforced the unwritten
laws of the dope world.
Speaketh to me
of the unspoken heresies
burn, bitch, burn
with your fucking tongues of heresy
damaged impunities
practice no more
and the clowns they char in anxiety
fortunate to leave their cruelties
gleaming grave clothing and laughter
stain this tomb of cinerary.
Bone yard of the fallen doom
is granted and given
your ecstatic expressions sicken me
prophecy of the world has no begun.
Denial
the last recourse of the damned.
Just walk away
just walk away
speaking in tongues
dwarfed holy man.
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9. |
Stealing from the Dead
04:51
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10. |
Paths Less Taken
09:08
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“Carga ¡oh mortal!
La cruz del sacrificio,
Sígueme en el camino de la gracia,
Que yo conduzco al cielo
a aquel que el vicio
Juró odiar y evitar
con fe y constancia.
Mas el que por sendero ancho camina
E infeliz e insensato en su ignorancia
Gozar sin trabas piensa y determina,
Pagará en el infierno tal audacia”.
Countless, nameless, faceless masses
countless, nameless, faceless masses
shameless, hopeless,
murderous passages
shameless, hopeless, sons of bitches.
Jesus Christ, lost,
we have fallen to your knees.
Relive the illustrious dead of nation
found across the tracks
Satan slowly standing there
sad faced and torn.
Shade that shrouds the damaged self
revealing hidden sites
praying psalm are called
across the paths.
Ants shed away
suspended inanimate babies
pushed inside worm coffins.
Countless, nameless, faceless masses
countless, nameless, faceless masses
shameless, hopeless,
murderous passages
shameless, hopeless, mother fuckers.
The lies, the myths, the total deception
handed down by the hanging judge
held for undetermined incarceration.
The multiple wounds of yesterday
hanging people from themselves
in our own built arena
of fucking persecution.
The unthinkable happenings
always shifting
but all in all in gory stillness.
Shade that shrouds the damaged self
revealing hidden sites
praying psalms are called
across the paths.
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11. |
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Destrozados por esta vida
todos queriendo evitar el nacimiento
este pinche mundo seco de agua
y lleno de sangre fría
recen por sus propias almas
pidiendo justicia pero ese mismo día
llegan a matar
putos mentirosos con dos caras
por seguridad se van a quemar
ahora se chingan.
Catholicos diabolicos
(un chingo de veces)
Mendigos hijos de perra
se merecen la pinche muerte
por haber mutilado a varios
que no sabían que vivían?
Sacados de las pinches entrañas
ensangrentados y desnudos
torciendo sin hablar,
hoy dejan de resollar
muerte al asesino
el que a tirado cuerpos
como pinche desperdicio
sin usar ninguna bendición
obra que es diabólica
piden más sangre sin pena.
Catholicos diabolicos
vendieron sus almas
al pastor más chingón
sin pensar que nunca tendrán
ningún perdón
los llantos de las almas negras
suben al final
y todos enfrente
encontrarán a satán.
Esos llantos de las almas negras
esperan la llegada
corrientes de ángeles
que los llevarán al final total
se hacen llamar hijos de dios
pero en el fondo sólo hay
odio y rencor
se retornan ellos en muerte
los espíritus quedan poseídos e inertes.
Catholicos diabolicos
vendieron sus almas
al pastor más chingón
sin pensar que nunca tendrán
ningún pinche perdón
los llantos de las almas negras
suben al final
y todos enfrente
encontrarán a satán.
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12. |
Paths Less Taken
07:52
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Countless, nameless, faceless masses
countless, nameless, faceless masses
shameless, hopeless,
murderous passages
shameless, hopeless, sons of bitches.
Jesus Christ, lost,
we have fallen to your knees.
Relive the illustrious dead of nation
found across the tracks
Satan slowly standing there
sad faced and torn.
Shade that shrouds the damaged self
revealing hidden sites
praying psalm are called
across the paths.
Ants shed away
suspended inanimate babies
pushed inside worm coffins.
Countless, nameless, faceless masses
countless, nameless, faceless masses
shameless, hopeless,
murderous passages
shameless, hopeless, son of bitches.
The lies, the myths, the total deception
handed down by the hanging judge
held for undetermined incarceration.
The multiple wounds of yesterday
hanging people from themselves
in our own built arena
of fucking persecution.
The unthinkable happenings
always shifting
but all in all in gory stillness.
Shade that shrouds the damaged self
revealing hidden sites
praying psalms are called
across the paths.
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13. |
Damned
02:58
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Burnt at the gathering
besides the stake
tongues that are black
your skin they will take
today is the day
of sadly burned clowns
they all once enforced the unwritten
laws of the dope world.
Speaketh to me
of the unspoken heresies
burn, bitch, burn
with your fucking tongues of heresy
damaged impunities
practice no more
and the clowns they char in anxiety
fortunate to leave their cruelties
gleaming grave clothing and laughter
stain this tomb of cinerary.
Bone yard of the fallen doom
is granted and given
your ecstatic expressions sicken me
prophecy of the world has no begun.
Denial
the last recourse of the damned.
Just walk away
just walk away
speaking in tongues
dwarfed holy man.
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14. |
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Weird Resurrections of the Flesh
To which is born of pure deformity
sacrificed and sanctified
as the divine entity
mutants from after the apocalypse
chosen to face this legacy of carnage.
Carrion of many decapitated apostles.
You poor excuse for a disturbed soul
forced to ride the swarm of locusts
spurting, spitting blood
as we all enter this hollow oak
but they all get to come back.
Weep, weep my elegiac friend
weep those fucking tears again
wasted away from the gods disease
beloved only to itself.
Misled from underneath
always in sorrowful need
asking too much of his past regrets
lumps of what dissolves his heart.
Summons from the old ones
given unto us of our last ten days
why should we believeth
in this so-called prophet of the maker
reincarnate freak of nature.
Thou art in divine guidance abroad
speak your pacts with all your mouths
tell us of your horrid
gangrenic infections
that epidemic of flesh
evolving carcinogens.
Weird resurrections of the flesh
Weird resurrections of the flesh
Weird resurrections of the flesh
Weird resurrections of the flesh
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