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<\/center><\/p>\n1. Obskure (intro)<\/strong><\/p>\n 2. A Soul In Hell<\/strong><\/p>\n Letra: Vitor Rodrigues<\/p>\n Fanatic for religion Cripped in a bed A soul in hell!<\/p>\n It’s so delicious the agony 3. Suffocation<\/strong> Suffocation Feel the haziness! Risen images 4. Darkness Hides The Light<\/strong> And the darkness arrives And the conscious few Deads in the ground And the conscious few Advertising a new age of terror The peace makes way to war Deaths, bloody battles, great damage A SOUL IN HELL (DEMO 1993) 1. Obskure (intro) 2. A Soul In Hell Letra: Vitor Rodrigues Fanatic for religion Alone with holy images She consumes eagerly Gospels and prayers Her mind deforms the real Your fanatism hits your soul Screams invade the dawn Insanity out of control Cripped in a bed Waiting the divine […]<\/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-90","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/torturesquad.com.br\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/90","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=90"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/torturesquad.com.br\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/90\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3699,"href":"https:\/\/torturesquad.com.br\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/90\/revisions\/3699"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/torturesquad.com.br\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAlone with holy images
\nShe consumes eagerly
\nGospels and prayers
\nHer mind deforms the real
\nYour fanatism hits your soul
\nScreams invade the dawn
\nInsanity out of control<\/p>\n
\nWaiting the divine death
\nShe agonizes in thoughts
\nMacabre as the shadows
\nAltered subconscious
\nTo a catatonic state
\nA dark room will
\nHer grave<\/p>\n
\nEmbracing the death
\nLast thoughts of the life
\nSilence’s her scream
\nFanatism got to last consequences
\nCreating pain and disturbance
\nThe flowed mind
\nFor religion in decadence<\/p>\n
\nLetra: Vitor Rodrigues<\/p>\n
\nBack to the maternal womb
\nLooking for an usual bordering
\nShouting… Suffering!
\nBlood’s fluxe
\nGain the veins and arrive to the heart
\nDirty blood for contaminations
\nGenerating anomalies
\nDecay arrives
\nBringing a lot of misfortunes
\nThe soul downs to Hades home
\nInconsiderate
\nRotten sociability
\nCause disturbances
\nAmong your equals is mortal
\nGrieves so frozen, insensibles
\nDepression draws haziness
\nAnd of this union sprouts
\nThe death… The end of all
\nOr another passage
\nTo back again to the womb<\/p>\n
\nMy sweet home…
\nDeath is the law!
\nTorture ’till die!<\/p>\n
\nHeinous memories
\nCareless past
\nThe eye of future
\nWill almost blind
\nBy slaughters in the past
\nAnd atrocities of the present<\/p>\n
\nLetra: Vitor Rodrigues<\/p>\n
\nBringing hunger and cold
\nNuclear winter… acid rain
\nPowerous men to dust
\nMarked land by blood
\nOwing to the warlords<\/p>\n
\nJust think and cry
\nAnd the darkness…
\n… hides the light<\/p>\n
\nOther searching for food
\nHunger generates the madness
\nAnd start a macabre banquet
\nThis men were a major people
\nNow return cannibals<\/p>\n
\nJust think and cry
\nAnd the darkness…
\nHides the light<\/p>\n
\nDark angels provide a mortal dusk
\nWarning over gruesome diseases
\nA heritage of power and lust
\nThe world can’t understand
\nAnd the dark sows
\nSeeds of hate to grow<\/p>\n
\nDark tales written with much gore
\nAnd the pain spreads more and more
\nAnd the dark angels sow
\nDarkness hides the light<\/p>\n
\nCry in the land out salvage
\nOnly there is place to the rage
\nSeeds of hate to grow
\nDarkness hides the light<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"