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    4 Way Grind Split

    Artists: Abandoned Mortuary, Eternal After Death, TIMŌRĀTUS, Wise As Serpents
    Label: Christian Metal Underground Records
    Release Date: September 8, 2018
    Genres: Death Grind Metal, Goregrind, Grindcore

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    Tracklist

    1. Blind Guides (Abandoned Mortuary)
    2. The Word (Abandoned Mortuary)
    3. Guerra Fria (Eternal After Death)
    4. Escohla Morrer (Eternal After Death)
    5. Correntes Invisiveis (Eternal After Death)
    6. Ilusões (Eternal After Death)
    7. Desespero (Eternal After Death)
    8. Iron And Clay (Wise As Serpents)
    9. Industry Of Death (Wise As Serpents)
    10. State Of Betrayal (Wise As Serpents)
    11. Are We All Insane? (Wise As Serpents)
    12. Mortiferous Injectant (Wise As Serpents)
    13. The Harvest (Wise As Serpents)
    14. The Reapers Lullaby (Wise As Serpents)
    15. Pride (TIMŌRĀTUS)
    16. Lust (TIMŌRĀTUS)
    17. Greed (TIMŌRĀTUS)
    18. Gluttony (TIMŌRĀTUS)
    19. Envy (TIMŌRĀTUS)
    20. Wrath / Sloth (TIMŌRĀTUS)

    Lyrics

    Blind Guides (Abandoned Mortuary)

    You honour God with your lips
    But your hearts are far from Him
    You worship Him in vain
    Your teachings are merely human rules

    Woe to you
    Because you are like unmarked graves
    Which people walk over
    Without knowing it
    Woe to you
    Because you load people down
    With burdens they can hardly carry
    And you yourselves won’t help them

    You blind guides!
    You strain out a gnat
    But swallow a camel

    You travel over land and sea to win a single convert
    And when you have succeeded,
    You make them twice as much a child of hell as you are

    Woe to you, you hypocrites!
    You shut the door of the kingdom of heaven
    In people’s faces
    You yourselves
    Do not enter
    Nor will you let those enter
    Who are trying to

    You snakes!
    You brood of vipers!
    How will you escape being condemned to hell?

    You will be assigned a place with the hypocrites
    Where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth

    Woe to you, you hypocrites!
    You are like whitewashed tombs
    Which look beautiful on the outside
    But on the inside are
    Full of everything unclean
    In the same way
    You are full of
    Hypocrisy and wickedness

    The Word (Abandoned Mortuary)

    In the beginning was the Word
    And the Word was with God
    And the Word was God
    He was with God in the beginning

    Through Him all things were made
    Without Him nothing was made that has been made

    In Him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind
    The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it

    Guerra Fria (Eternal After Death)

    Corpos jogados e seu sorriso só cresce
    O sangue é seu lucro e o inferno seu fim
    Não dá pra fugir
    Não bote a culpa na sua crença
    Ou apenas em seu egoísmo

    A ambição humana fez da morte do seu semelhante
    Um prêmio, um sinal de vitória
    Preço sangue escorre em suas mãos
    Cada vida será lembrada em seu julgamento

    Campo de batalha
    Armas sanguinárias
    Nada disso vai te proteger
    Hoje é seu dia
    Beba do cálice da justiça divina

    Escohla Morrer (Eternal After Death)

    Escolha morrer
    Escolha morrer para você mesmo
    Escolha morrer para esse mundo

    Essa vida terrena não pertence a você
    Essa vida foi paga com todo sangue e sofrimento
    de um Deus que se fez carne (2x)

    Essa vida terrena não pertence a você
    Essa vida foi paga com todo sangue e sofrimento
    de um Deus que se fez carne (2x)

    Escolha morrer!
    Escolha morrer!

    Correntes Invisiveis (Eternal After Death)

    Todas as manchas que deixei na parede com meu próprio sangue
    Todas as marcas e cicatrizes no meu corpo que ainda queimam em mim
    Toda lágrima se tornou sangue ao sair de mim
    Toda noite atormentado pelo medo que não chegava ao fim

    Cada temor em errar me aprisionava e me prendia ao chão
    Apedrejei a mim mesmo toda vez que vi minha imagem se refletir no espelho

    E a escuridão me aprisionava e me prendia num lugar terrível
    Onde só quem não teme o mal pode resistir ao seus delírios
    E em correntes invisíveis eu estava preso sem ter forças pra continuar

    Mas de joelhos ao chão comecei a orar
    Meus pedaços em destruição o Senhor veio realinhar
    Teu poder fez da água o vinho
    Vai limpar todo sangue em mim
    Arrancar a coroa de espinhos
    E as correntes que me prendiam aqui

    Ilusões (Eternal After Death)

    Nós só ouvimos o que queremos ouvir
    Verdade que nos convém
    Verdade que nos convém

    Somos tão sábios para vivermos ou sobrevivermos
    Com o coração vazio e cheio de iniquidade
    A instituição nos abandonou
    Sempre estamos certos
    Nunca questionados
    Nunca questionados

    Fale o que quer
    Fale o quanto puder
    Pois a ambição tomou seu coração
    Para quê orar?
    Para quê orar?
    Se você só escuta a verdade que lhe convém
    Verdade que lhe convém

    Nós só ouvimos o que queremos ouvir
    Nós só ouvimos o que queremos ouvir
    Quanto tempo isso durará?
    Quanto tempo iremos suportar?

    Falamos em resistência ao mundo
    Mas nosso maior inimigo somos nós mesmos
    Que não enxergamos a verdade que nos liberta

    A verdade que nos liberta !
    A verdade que nos liberta !

    Desespero (Eternal After Death)

    O que está acontecendo?

    As orações não são mais ouvidas
    Minha vida não tem mais serventia
    Não faz mais diferença se hoje mesmo morreria

    Será que Ele existe mesmo?
    Por que Ele não vem e me salva deste mundo de pragas?
    Acaba com as guerras, destrói os demônios e nos leva para o céu

    "todos pecaram e destituídos estão da glória de Deus" (Romanos 3:23)
    "toda a criação, conjuntamente, geme e está com dores de parto " (Romanos 8:2)
    "Ele enxugará de seus olhos toda lágrima; e não haverá mais morte, nem lamento, nem dor…" (Apocalipse 21:4).

    (Lute pelos seus sonho ou seja penas um fracassado)

    Sempre há tempo para recomeçar
    Só será tarde demais para o reinício
    Quando já estivermos deitados
    Em nossas covas rasas

    O medo de errar é grande
    Mas lembre-se, nunca será em vão
    Pois até o erro lhe ensina
    O caminho certo a seguir

    A queda nos dá a força pra continuar
    Não diga que a luta foi perdida
    Antes dela acabar

    Iron And Clay (Wise As Serpents)

    Visions foreseen have revealed, the coming last days
    Wickedness breeds in their souls, a corruption dominates
    Tyranny propagates our lives, decomposing liberty
    Fatal indignation grows, an agenda in effect

    Crawl, on your knees,
    Servitude compliance they desire
    Death, creeping in,
    Incremental serfdom of mankind

    (Chorus)
    Malfeasance gives way to, a force of oppression
    Iron and Clay, an era of the damned
    The moral decay, and the end of sovereignty
    Iron and Clay, an empire doomed to fail

    Tyranny increases each day, decomposing our rights
    Fatal indignation grows, agenda in effect

    What's foreseen has been described as an empire whose fate will be swift
    It's demise will mark the start of an age where the wicked will cower in fear

    Industry Of Death (Wise As Serpents)

    War, a symptom of control
    Lies beget death in the throes of the violent regimes
    Wealth, suffocating peace
    Truth exists not in the narrative by propaganda means

    Politics deceive, incompetence they breed, cultivating lies
    Manufacturing, a crisis they create, to garner war support
    Blood is on their hands, genocidal thoughts, discarding human life
    Power that corrupts, courses through their veins, a portrait of disdain

    War, a symptom of control
    Lies beget death in the throes of the violent regimes
    Wealth, suffocating peace
    Truth exists not in the narrative by propaganda means

    Obtaining coveted resources through the conquest by theft, War is the rich's wealthiest harvest
    Before the advent of the centralized banking system, there had never been a world war.

    (Chorus)
    When the rich wage war, Industry of death
    It's the poor who die, Industry of death

    State Of Betrayal (Wise As Serpents)

    The killing of the innocent
    increases every passing year

    Taking lives, Murdering
    random victims
    Terrorize, take control
    of the scene
    Brutalize, take by force
    make them suffer
    Commit crimes, violate
    make a scene

    Unlawful act of malfeasance
    the power of authority

    Corruption delegates their minds
    drift into orwellian

    Bribery, extortion
    Exploitation
    Dominance, squeezes in
    oppression
    Injuries, fatal blows
    Excessive force
    defecate, on their oath,
    and the law

    (Chorus)
    Rise of Tyranny leads to crimes in the states
    Rise of Tyranny in this state of betrayal

    Are We All Insane? (Wise As Serpents)

    We have become indoctrinated to believe that our mental state is flawed
    Psychiatry has invented certain illnesses to legitimize their field

    Marketing of disease for profit
    Corporate greed pushing drugs

    Statistics show there's an increase of violence linked to these psychotropic drugs
    White coats deceive as they're driven by incentives while their ethics licentiously rot

    Efficacy does not factor in.

    (Chorus)
    Are we all insane
    White coats infer disease
    Are we all insane
    Clinical trials are skewed
    Are we all insane
    Dartboard of diagnosis
    Are we all insane
    They have a pill for you

    The fallacy of the chemically imbalanced theory convinces us that we're sick
    You will become a statistic as a lifetime patient chemically induced

    The Harvest (Wise As Serpents)

    Foooooood, modified for the masses
    Genetically manipulating DNA, altered
    Necro-seeds mutated bringing biological disasters, soft kill solutions
    Experiments, unsuspecting populace, unleashed

    Engineering organisms genome of genetic code, proves to be unsafe
    Gruesome results through molecular tampering, outcome
    Studies show the consequences to have detrimental effects, yet they desecrate
    Campaign of lies, promoting deadly GMOs, for profit

    Suffering, the symptoms of, unnatural strains of food
    Tests reveal, the unintended results showing organ failures
    Damaging, the gastric lesions, while liver and kidneys fail
    Consuming, contaminated foods results in risks of death

    Corporate biotech industries sowing seeds of deception, patents of disease
    Contaminate, the soil with impurities, tainted

    Pride (TIMŌRĀTUS)

    Deep rooted glory attached to triumphs conceit
    Ego, vanity, narcissism
    Spread out amongst the facade of society
    I’m a balloon steadily growing
    I will never burst
    From the self-love that is constantly justified
    Constantly filling
    I feel as if I will live forever
    I will never die
    I am a mountain looking down on all others
    Viewing the lives
    Of those worth so much less
    I will find my end
    For it indeed draws near
    Lies I’ve told myself crumble into the dirt
    My pride scatters like ash in the wind
    Never to be seen again
    No more legacy

    Lust (TIMŌRĀTUS)

    Burning desire
    Grows from within
    Visions of bodies, twisted together
    As I grapple with this sin
    You are not just a person
    You are the object of my eye
    Taking advantage
    Take Take Take Take
    Rape, Molestation, Infatuation, Violation
    Pulsing injections oozing from every orifice
    Gnawing and throbbing in anguish
    Grinding and churning the bowels
    As the sludge slowly excretes

    Greed (TIMŌRĀTUS)

    The endless desire of wanting more
    Compare your life to another
    Don’t you find it just so sad?
    Constantly pushing the shore for
    You to see your neighbor with their life
    So much better than yours
    So you just sit and ponder for hours
    How you can make what’s theirs, yours
    You have to grow your shining pile
    Steal and plot in hate to score
    As you continue to picture their life
    So much better than yours
    Never content with what you have
    Never content with what’s been given
    Always, wasting your life inside your own mind
    Instead of living out in the world
    “Things” will never make you happy
    You need to make this clear
    Before you can finally lift greed’s curse

    Gluttony (TIMŌRĀTUS)

    Gulping down the slathered excess
    Force it through your gaping maw
    Choke on every single morsel
    Head first in your thick gullet
    Over indulgence
    Swallow
    Consume that feed
    You stuff yourself to mountainous stature
    You gulp up your needless brew
    You live your life in fat squalor
    Overconsumption
    To the point of waste
    Might as well take from the needy
    Just to stuff your greasy face
    Deny to live a life of sharing
    In the end a bloated waste

    Envy (TIMŌRĀTUS)

    Comparing to others
    They have what I want
    Inwardly, angrily
    Discontent
    Wanting their life
    Wanting their house
    Wanting their car
    Wanting their spouse
    Why not me? Why them?
    The appetite, longing, craving, desire
    Seeing people for what they have, than who they are
    Manifesting insidiousness of sin and human depravity
    Rotting my mind of what I don’t have
    Gnawing my innards
    Lives destruction, remorse
    Turning to healing of animosity
    Realizing life’s not fair
    Taking solace in the truth

    Wrath / Sloth (TIMŌRĀTUS)

    The anger that builds inside you
    Presses against the walls
    Never ceasing in your hatred
    Can’t conceive your life at all
    Violent feuds explode in your wake
    As you injure all who cross your path
    You can’t cope with changes ‘round you
    Hate just boils in your heart
    Murder, Death, Wrath
    Seem to be your only friends
    Mind can’t take the never ceasing hole
    Collapse in heated hatred
    Your wraith a steaming cole
    It ends in your destruction


    ----


    Growing old
    Still afraid
    Yet, I fall
    Waste away
    Choking back
    The bitter pill
    To haste the day
    You see me lying here
    Won't do anything at all to get my fill
    Can't seem to move my limbs
    My eyes just seem to dim
    Fixed upon a gazing prize
    Can't do
    Won't do
    Anything
    At all

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