Trying and failing to win his good grace,
In the blink of an eye you were shipped from this place,
Broken and beaten, like hammer on stone,
Descending to madness, afraid and alone.
Degraded and brainwashed, a weapon of lies,
A cold blooded killer, real life is despised.
Twisted and moulded, brought up in their shape,
Your haunted expessions enough for fuck sake.
You see the light?
Yeah, this is the eye of the storm.
Don't be afraid,
We are the products of war.
When the rich wage war, the poor man dies,
The only route that you saw, I could see in your eyes.
Just one more soldier, but at the highest of costs,
It's still yet to sink in, just what I've lost.
Degraded and brainwashed, a weapon of lies,
A cold blooded killer, real life is despised.
Twisted and moulded, brought up in their shape,
His haunted expessions enough for fuck sake.
You see the light?
Yeah, this is the eye of the storm.
Don't be afraid,
We are the products of war.
Their "freedom" is slavery and ignorance is strength,
They say war creates peace and they'll go to any lengths.
With doctrine and deception, free thoughts they engulf,
When men become the sheep they're devoured by the wolf.
Just like before,
The gears of war,
Consume, transform,
The eye of the storm.
Their "freedom" is slavery and ignorance is strength,
They say war creates peace and they'll go to any lengths.
With doctrine and deception, free thoughts they engulf,
When men become the sheep they're devoured by the wolf.
I see the light!
Yeah this is the eye of the storm.
I'm not afraid,
'Cas I'm a product of war.
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021