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1985 Bestial Devastation

1 – The Curse 0:39bestial-devastation
2 – Bestial Devastation 3:06
3 – Antichrist 3:46
4 – Necromancer 3:52
5 – Warriors Of Death 4:07

Max Cavalera – vocal, guitar
Jairo Guedes – guitar
Paulo Jr. – bass
Igor Cavalera – drums

1985 Скотское опустошение

1 - Проклятие 0:39
2 - Скотское опустошение 3:06
3 - Антихрист 3:46
4 - Некромант 3:52
5 - Воины смерти 4:07

Макс Кавалера - вокал, гитара
Джайро Гуэдэс - гитара
Пауло Ксисто Пинто младший - бас
Игорь Кавлера - ударные


The Curse

The curse is launched, beware
The lord of death declared the war
Satan’s is invoked to destroy
And to command the bestial devastation
Bestial Devastation

A legion of demons
Born from boundaries of death
Like a onslaught of evil
To destroy this Earth

Covering the morbid skies
Like a mist of sulphur
I can see Satanas
The cursed of death
Terminate masses and reigns
With blood axes of hate
The beasts of son of devil
Tormenting the preachers of Christ

The humans try to react
To this nuclear war
Which is like a endless pain
Burning in the fire of hell


Born from Hell
The supreme force of evil
To destroy the altar
And slaughter the christian’s born

Churches will be destroyed
Crosses will be broken
He’s laughing in blasphemy
Like a domination of death


The war is started
Heavens on fire
From the deep of Hell
Leaving words of hate


The terror is declared
The final fight started
The Antichrist and Lucifer
Fighting with angels and God



The mist is high in this night
Can feel the presence of death
Way to the mortuary so the deads will invoke
Corpses and skulls in my count our
See a corpse bloody with the face in cruciform
Now being from the wrath
Catch the skulls of a children, frozen and dismal
Coming with me
Creature, kill in name of Hell
The black mess is started, life’s will terminate
With the wrath of the demons started the genocide
Wrath, in my corpus is born
Death, lost legions from Hell
Slaughter, you’ll see in sacrifice
Skulls, are Christians with blood

Dead’s invoker
Dead’s invoker

Wrath, odious, desire
In my corpus is born
The fates last, terror’s spread
For a necros creature of
The crypts’

Warriors of Death

Marching over the mist
Leaving behind the wheack’s
Going this endless war
Like a tormenting nightmare

Over the devastated ruins
I raised a sign
The sign of hate
For a masses despair

To revenged the years
Arrested in abyss
Where Jesus Christ
Made his suffer

But the final command
Is happening here now
Which I see is the ruins
And warriors marching to death

Автор: Fitil. Рубрика: Новости.

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