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<\/center><\/p>\n1. GENERATION DEAD<\/strong> There\u2019s no shine in my eyes I\u2019ve lost all emotions I don\u2019t wanna be your hero I feel my demons rising day after day [ refr\u00e3o ]<\/p>\n I saw a child in my dreams he quickly flees from us I don\u2019t wanna be your hero 2. RAISE YOUR HORNS<\/strong> Roaming the streets searching for something that\u2019s true Into the mosh pit dancing the groove hell Raise your horns Bang your heads, bash your brains [ refr\u00e3o ]<\/p>\n Banging your head, feeling the sound blasting your body and soul This is the moment to celebrate the life [ refr\u00e3o ]<\/p>\n 3.HOLIDAY IN ABU GHRAIB<\/strong> Listen to the screams of suffering and pain Holiday in Abu Ghraib Military dogs are bitting their backs [ refr\u00e3o ]<\/p>\n Abu Ghraib torture<\/p>\n Who is responsible for this legacy [ refr\u00e3o ]<\/p>\n Rest In Pain<\/p>\n 4.174<\/strong> Rio, common day, another goddamn day His mother, dead, stabbed in the back Living among thieves, drugs and prostitutes Ladies and gentlemen welcome to our freak show \u201cThis is for real, the demon wants blood I don\u2019t understand, he was given a bad end [ refr\u00e3o ]<\/p>\n There\u2019s no place to hide from this sick war 5.STORMS<\/strong> Go! I\u2019m another face in the crowd One… take a man without future and hope Dark thoughts screaming around Troubles are crossing, crossing my way [ refr\u00e3o ]<\/p>\n I kill my prey… yeah! [ ponte ]<\/p>\n [ refr\u00e3o ]<\/p>\n I kill my prey 6. AZAZEL<\/strong> Uh Azazel\u2026 unmerciful god from hell Uh Azazel\u2026 tyrannical king of hell Azazel, the king of hell Uh Azazel\u2026 in the image of decay Azazel, the king of hell 7. BLACK SUN<\/strong> Are you afraid? Are you still afraid? When will it stop? How will your will control it? Doubts and choices side by side Free to choose things are passing by Trying to kill the black sun [ refr\u00e3o ]<\/p>\n There\u2019s no black sun 8. THE SPIRIT NEVER DIES<\/strong> Part I \u2013 The Gods of Blues Are Talking Survivor in this chaos Keep the soul strong while the water comes pouring down The devastation has not taken all Part II \u2013 Under Voodoo Spells Parte III \u2013 Here Comes The Storm… Again! 9. THE UNHOLY SPELL 2010<\/strong> When the sky turns black without a trace of light Reality is the unholy spell I see pain and suffering everyday [ refr\u00e3o ]<\/p>\n Reality! Superiors smashing any sign of resistance [ refr\u00e3o ]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" AEquilibrium – 2010 1. GENERATION DEAD Musica: Torture Squad Letra: Vitor Rodrigues There\u2019s no shine in my eyes I\u2019ve lost all emotions Walking in this no man\u2019s land void of devotion I fight to find my peace of mind This war inside my head It makes me feel like I\u2019m fucking dead I don\u2019t wanna […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-124","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/torturesquad.com.br\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/124","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/torturesquad.com.br\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/torturesquad.com.br\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/torturesquad.com.br\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/torturesquad.com.br\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=124"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/torturesquad.com.br\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/124\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3684,"href":"https:\/\/torturesquad.com.br\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/124\/revisions\/3684"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/torturesquad.com.br\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=124"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nMusica: Torture Squad
\nLetra: Vitor Rodrigues<\/p>\n
\nWalking in this no man\u2019s land void of devotion
\nI fight to find my peace of mind
\nThis war inside my head
\nIt makes me feel like I\u2019m fucking dead<\/p>\n
\nI don\u2019t wanna save your world
\nI don\u2019t wanna live in fear
\nThis is a good…
\nThis is a good day to die<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019m beconned into the abyss, I\u2019m falling away
\nI cannot sleep, I cannot breath
\nHaunted by this strife
\nI did what I had to do to survive<\/p>\n
\nWe don\u2019t stop the convoy. He\u2019s crushed and left in dust
\nSorry mom, sorry dad
\nI hope you understand cause this
\nHell in my mind will never end<\/p>\n
\nI don\u2019t wanna save your world
\nI don\u2019t wanna live in fear
\nI did what I did to survive
\nI don\u2019t wanna be your hero
\nI don\u2019t wanna save your world
\nI don\u2019t wanna live in fear
\nThis is a good …
\nThis is a good day to die<\/p>\n
\nMusica: Torture Squad
\nLetra: Vitor Rodrigues<\/p>\n
\nI hear the sound, tear up the ground
\nEnter the wrecking crew
\nLike an invasion of killer bees ready to attack
\nJump in the fire, I\u2019m a live wire
\nThere\u2019s no way back<\/p>\n
\nStage divers, crowd surfers
\nRaise your fist and yell
\nIt\u2019s in my blood since I was born
\nRaw energy inside of me
\nNow you will feel my scorn<\/p>\n
\nUnleash demons now
\nRaise your horns
\nTrue religion, free religion<\/p>\n
\nShouting, screaming
\nBeneath the remains
\nI don\u2019t care what you say about me and my friends
\nLeave me alone, I\u2019m bad to the bone
\nYou\u2019ll never understand<\/p>\n
\nElectric discharge raping your ears, bleeding about to blow
\nTwisting and burning, your blood is boiling, merciless pounding in pain
\nNo way out to those who are fucking weaks, I\u2019m a banger!<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019m free, trust me
\nThis is my way of life
\nI pratice what I preach and I try to win
\nI don\u2019t care, mosh addiction
\nGet fucking ready to…<\/p>\n
\nMusica: Torture Squad
\nLetra: Vitor Rodrigues<\/p>\n
\nSadistic intent
\nPrisoners are treated in an unholy way
\nPhysical torments
\nForced them to remain in stress positions
\nRaw cruelty and vile conditions
\n\u201cNo exceptions, violence is the rule\u201d
\nIf you obey you\u2019re such a fool!<\/p>\n
\nBloody nights and restless days<\/p>\n
\nTorture\u2019s in progress
\nLike gamblers rolling the bones to decide
\nWho\u2019ll be the next in line
\nYou go ahead with this kind of brutality
\n\u2018Cause you\u2019re protected by a web of fallacies
\nNever agree with this bullshit
\nWhat a shame to your families<\/p>\n
\nOf shame
\nPoliticians have their hands stained
\nBlame
\nLooking for scapegoats to their evil plans
\nUnder a superior command
\nYou don\u2019t give a fuck who you represent
\nAmerica<\/p>\n
\nMusica: Torture Squad
\nLetra: Vitor Rodrigues<\/p>\n
\nA delinquent hijacks a bus
\nWhat should have been just a mere routine
\nTurns out to be horror on TV
\nNegotiations pass the hours
\nWhile police surround the scene
\nWith a stupid tactless strategy
\nFear inside, there\u2019s no place to hide
\nOne\u2019s nightmare becomes our tragedy<\/p>\n
\nRevenge and grief in his head
\nLiving in the streets sniffing glue and cocaine
\nUsing amphetamines and smoking crack
\nTerror that comes in the night
\nKilling all his friends
\nOnce again he\u2019s in hell on earth
\nNow in the bus victims are crying for God
\nThat gunman needs to be neutralized<\/p>\n
\nA son of poverty
\nA survivor of a terrible crime
\nThe Candelaria\u2019s tragedy<\/p>\n
\nLook at this crazy man, high and out of control
\nHostages under his gun
\nThere\u2019s no place to run
\nA number you\u2019ll never ignore
\n174<\/p>\n
\nEveryone will fucking die, I\u2019m driven by demons\u201d<\/p>\n
\nDead in the police car
\nKilled another victim, they also took a woman
\nShot by the same police, it is fucking bizarre
\nThree bullets killed that teacher
\nLive on TV for thousands to see
\nDisasteress police action, thoughtless unplanned
\nNow a question inside, is justice really blind?<\/p>\n
\nFucking sick war
\nAt war<\/p>\n
\nMusica: Torture Squad
\nLetra: Vitor Rodrigues<\/p>\n
\nSurviving, fighting in a world of lies.
\nTorments are drawing near
\nI\u2019m still part of those lost days
\nIs it despair or is it fear?
\nThese thoughts keep on grinding in my mind
\nTrying to find a way
\nTo face this invisible threat
\nBut my time fades away… no!<\/p>\n
\nLooking for some peace of mind
\nI listen to news of terror everyday
\n\u201cYou are confined.\u201d
\nStories that I haven\u2019t heard so far
\nStories that I think are real
\nSo I try to understand
\nWhy fear has mass appeal?<\/p>\n
\nTwo… forced feed him hate and lies
\nThree… rise the flag and play the requiem
\nFour… serve him dead<\/p>\n
\nThey can\u2019t bring me down
\nNightmares haunt my future
\nWhile the vultures tear a carrion<\/p>\n
\nYou know it\u2019s hard to stand
\nIt\u2019s like a storm and we are marching on
\nNow I am in command.<\/p>\n
\nAll right!
\nRevolution… It\u2019s time to change
\nI see it over my shoulder
\nTroubles come and troubles go
\nUnder the endless gaze of the beholder
\nI believe that all I need
\nLives inside my head
\nStrong of mind, determination
\nNothing to declare<\/p>\n
\nMarching into the storm<\/p>\n
\nMusica: Torture Squad
\nLetra: Vitor Rodrigues<\/p>\n
\nBrings us now
\nHis evil black legions
\nDesperate cries are reaching to the heavens
\nNo one can be saved
\nHe dominates all religions
\nDemons proclaiming to the sky
\nThe arrival of the lord of the flies
\nClose your eyes to the evil glare
\nHordes of hell will march at dawn.
\nBeginning of the end, all hope is gone
\nThe human race is drowning in despair<\/p>\n
\nTreads on us
\nFeel\u2026 feel his impurity
\nDark eyes, void of light everywhere
\nThere\u2019s no escape
\nWe\u2019ll pay for all our sins
\nWe are leaving all hope behind
\nFeeling his touch and there\u2019s no light
\nBodies are laying across the land
\nThe smell of death is everywhere
\nTransforming this land a pit of despair
\nAzazel\u2026 is rising to command<\/p>\n
\nBringing pain, our souls yell
\nLeaving the earth in a dark cell
\nAzazel, the king of hell<\/p>\n
\nChosen to bring
\nTorments, plagues and anguish
\nThee unholy plan, his conquest is done
\nThere\u2019s no life
\nUnder his dark sun
\nIn the face of millions the agony hurts and burns
\nThrough this age of demise
\nThe human race is drowned in flames, pestilence, pain and hate
\nIt\u2019s the last chapter of mankind<\/p>\n
\nBringing pain, our souls yell
\nLeaving the earth in a dark cell
\nAzazel, master of living hell<\/p>\n
\nMusica: Torture Squad
\nLetra: Am\u00edlcar Christ\u00f3faro<\/p>\n
\nOr are you escaping from yourself?
\nDark can you feel it? Eclipse do you feel it right now?
\nCan you take it for your whole life or not?<\/p>\n
\nLeave it all and think about the right path
\nNo matter what. Burn incinerate the bad thoughts
\nExpulse the inner thoughts that plague you<\/p>\n
\nPulsing soul that never dies
\nKeep your mind ablaze
\nThis is life and all is done
\nDoubts and choices side by side
\nPulsing soul that never dies
\nKeep your fucking mind ablaze<\/p>\n
\nThe good… the evil are fighting in your mind
\nLose the fear in choosing what\u2019s right or wrong
\nFacing the inner fear makes you… stronger<\/p>\n
\nNo time to lose. Can\u2019t take this pain no more
\nDredging through the darkness to find sunrise
\nDeep down inside. Seek that hidden inner pride
\nReflex aware return again<\/p>\n
\nNo!<\/p>\n
\nMusica: Torture Squad
\nLetra: Vitor Rodrigues<\/p>\n
\nDesolation in my soul
\nBad premonition. My life will change
\nThis is the way of the ancient spirits
\nWalking among all these remains<\/p>\n
\nBorn to lose I live to win
\nThis is the way of the ancient spirits
\nWalking among remains and oblivion<\/p>\n
\nCold hitting the ground<\/p>\n
\nA true flame shines in the night
\nIn the eyes of these forsaking
\nHeroes born to fight
\n(Storm) It\u2019s bringing chaos to the crossroads
\nDragging down dreams and stories untold
\n(Warriors) Bring the music back to our lives
\nCause the spirit never dies<\/p>\n
\nAt the crossroads the jinx was born
\nHe opens the skies a fatal reminder
\nGhosts disappear, storm arises
\nThe monster becomes much stronger
\nVoodoo in your mind
\nDon\u2019t forget the past<\/p>\n
\nDie! Die! Die!
\nThe heavens are descending, crushing, tearing, ending… bringing us sorrow
\nWe start to
\nCry! Cry! Cry!
\nSave our souls, spells and roots, praying to the… gods
\nWe\u2019re gonna
\nRise! Rise! Rise!
\nStrong minds \u2018cause the spirit… never dies, rise!<\/p>\n
\nLetra: Vitor Rodrigues<\/p>\n
\nPanic rules this darkest night
\nAnd I feel fire in my brain
\nTry to save this land in vain
\nEverything in the world is clear
\nHypocrites preaching: \u201cDoomsday is here!\u201d
\nLook into my eyes…
\nYour fate is to die!<\/p>\n
\nListen to the final bell
\nReality is the unholy spell
\nAnd this world’s a living hell<\/p>\n
\nHuman beings deep in decay and misery
\nIt’s hard to believe
\nViolence in first degree
\nWhat can I say about peace in a world of pain?
\nWhere the population stands in disdain
\nPeople dying by starvation
\nA land without salvation<\/p>\n
\nA living hell
\nSo follow
\nMy unholy spell<\/p>\n
\nUsing their habitual ignorance to kill
\nThis is the true illness
\nA world in flames, their deepest desire
\nMaximum violence, the only law
\nLike a razor blade cutting so raw
\nLook again into my eyes
\nNow you’re gonna die<\/p>\n