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MATHANZA LYRICS
"Pronto - Neuvo" (2007 Demo)
1. Before Epitaph
2. Burying The Pain
3. Bloody Tombs
4. Human Slaughters
1. Before Epitaph
2. Burying The Pain
Devastated by a storm of tears, because of the cold solitude.
Broken by the people, who walk attacking you without watching.
People passing by your side, like a black wind, that brings pain.
Shipwrecking in the middle of society, which doesn’t recognize your existence.
The coffin of life becomes greater and heavier,
by your body in a faint and your exhausted mind.
A suicidal mind, that defies a natural death,
it ends up finishing your life and life of the others.
Your body shakes,
your glance, your voice,
over the fear to yourself,
you cannot think.
Your fragile mind,
sickly and weak,
Madness and fury,
they bring calm.
As time goes by,
your present becomes eternal,
life becomes slow,
your hours age.
Disappointed of life,
intrigued by death,
all these sacrifices to arrive a day,
where everybody will arrive.
Take your life into your own hands,
only you are the owner of your destiny.
If you feel more death that life,
then kill your memories to bury the pain.
Shut down the habitual sound,
disturb the monotonous ritual,
and break for once…
… the crystal of freedom.
3. Bloody Tombs
My corpse still bleeds in the casket of my death,
that it is slowly consumed by time.
It bleeds and suffers because it cannot rest,
of an unjust death, a useless sacrifice.
Bloody tombs.
Bloody tombs.
Strident screams under the earth,
cry out for revenge.
The shine of the knife dazzled my furious eyes,
the firing of bullets did not let me listen,
I hated whom I didn’t know just because of evil,
I assassinated in cold blood and without any mercy.
Bloody tombs.
Bloody tombs.
Strident screams under the earth,
cry out for a fucking revenge.
You cannot see my face full of hate and my scars that don't heal.
But you can smell the rotting of my body that doesn't rest.
The war has made of me an inhuman and tormented being.
The badness sprouts from the earth of my grave, the blood flows in my tomb.
Bloody tombs.
Bloody tombs.
Bloody tombs.
Bloody tombs.
Strident screams under the earth,
cry out for a fucking revenge.
4. Human Slaughters
Hypocritical laughs, assassinate the happiness and give life to hatred.
Blindfolded eyes, that tread on the weak one, to exceed the others.
Cynical words, that shoot badness.
War! Human slaughters.
War! Human slaughters.
War! Human slaughters.
War!
Innocent lives bleeding the injustice to being born.
Mutilated in the garbage in which they will grow and die.
Envy, resentment and treason, they are weapons and bombs.
Attacking and excusing the lies.
Humans, but without any flesh under the skin and a rotten heart.
They take in their hands ripped by the destiny, other people's life.
Creating fear on those who lives in peace.
War! Human slaughters.
War! Human slaughters.
War! Human slaughters.
War!
The injustice and the pain are created by ourselves.
Errors and crucifixions, wounds that mark us all.
The death factory will not stop working and killing.
Why? Question without answer.
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