Marching to the Unknow (Demo)

Rease the System (Demo Version)

Lyric:

Tortured till death
Your body is getting rot slowly
Your brain is dying
Death will be your freedom here

The year seems to be the century
The day seems to have no end
May revolt grows
And I star to become mad

Campeled to live together with
Sleeping in jails like an animal
Eating scrap foods
The hell is here

The year seems to be the century
The day seems to have no end
May revolt grows
And I star to become mad

The reality is cruel here
The life seems not to exist
Man walk like zombies
This is hell. Hell.

The reality is cruel here
The life seems not to exist
Man walk like zombies
This is hell.

The real punishment is severe only for the poor
Special thieves live in special jails
The special thieves live in paradise
Whice the poor thieves live in hell 

Tortured until death
Your body is getting rot slowly
Your brain is dying
Death will be your freedom here

The year seems to be the century
The day seems to have no end
May revolt grows
And I star to become mad

Campeled to live together with
Sleeping in jails like an animal
Eating scrap foods
The hell is here

The year seems to be the century
The day seems to have no end
May revolt grows
And I star to become mad

Punishment (Demo Version)

Lyric:

Is it cold out there? Is your stomach snoring, isn’t it?
This floor is hard. How about your friends?
Will you see only tomorrow? I already know it?
At the time you’ll be, with a bottle in your hands

And money to give them they’ll bring drugs to consume 
And plan how to get money to the next spree
	
I’m seeing in your, your eyes tell me what there’s inside, 
Behind this rebellion this lack of will power

This tears show your real personality. You need to know the freedom 
And the life is conquests	

Of everyday you’re throwing away
Another world waits for you, your own world

That one you projected like the heaven. Do you think you’re alone? 
So look around. I know it’s hard to see, hard to untie

This bandage of the eyes
I see ruins of my era
My mind is tired in cerebral short-circuit

Wake up; come back before it’s too late
Before you find the end in full beginning, in full beginning
Before you find the end in full beginning, in full beginning

The decease spreads out the freedom rots
There isn’t more time it was your last mistake	

Explain the secrete to yourself and use it before it’s too late
Before you find the end in full beginning

Before it's too Late (Demo Version)

Lyric:

Unknowing world, dead world
The world after death is sad
Now, I live in this world
An agonizing pain and I’m dead

Dark, cold, sad, dead world
Pain, suffering, agony, dead world
I hear the music of death after death
My hear is my torment after death

I wander without destination
In a sad world, so sad like the death
So different from the previsions world
Will wander here until my judgment

Agony, sadness, pain
I suffer my death

The death brought me to this world with no light
The tears drop from my eyes
The death brought me to this world with no light
Dead world

No, I agonize my pain in this sad world. World
I’ve got to stand the pain of my death. Death
I can’t come back to the living world. World
My life went out forever it only left. My spirit wandering

Between hell and heaven I wander all alone
On the cemetery my body lay down in eternal sleep
There’s nothing else to do just waiting until the judgment
All that left is waiting until the time of doomsday

Unknowing world, dead world
The world after death is sad
Now, I live in this world
An agonizing pain and I’m dead

Dark, cold, sad, dead world
Pain, suffering, agony, dead world
I hear the music of death after death
My hear is my torment after death

I wander without destination
In a sad world, so sad like the death
So different from the previsions world
Will wander here until my judgment

Dark, cold, sad, dead world
Dead world I’m dead, I’m dead

Marching To The Unknow (Demo)

Dead World (Demo Version)

Live recorded (Belém, PA - Brazil)
Production by Retaliatory

Line up:
Moita (Vocal)
Franklin Dias (Bass)
Espeto Alfaia (Guitar)
André Formigosa (Drums)

Lyric:

Don’t feel in my face the wind that blows
My face portrays the state which I am
I’m alone bound in my world
A world which formally did offer to me a life

Don’t take away then of me
It are the blanket that warms me
The food that feeds me
The air that I breathe
My motive for to live
My pleasure of life
Don’t let me die
Give me my drugs ‘because I need them to live

My life is so with no sense
My sense was tared away from me brutally
And I don’t have this brutally for fight
Fight against something that’s all for me

They tell that it’s makes me bad
As without it 
Worse are your ravaging effect is
Like a bomb inside of me
One day will free myself
This is what they say
But how can I be free
If it’s what so much in my life

The suicide seems to be the solution but is isn’t 
‘Cause living I have hope of one day to find myself

Don’t feel in my face, the wind that blows
My face portrays the state which I am
I’m alone, bound in my world
A world which formally did offer to me a life

Ancient Glorios Death

Obscure Side (Live at Programa Balanço do Rock - Rádio Cultura FM, Belém, Brazil, 2001)

Live recorded (Belém, PA - Brazil)
Production by Retaliatory

Line up:
Moita (Vocal)
Franklin Dias (Bass)
Espeto Alfaia (Guitar)
André Formigosa (Drums)

Lyric:

Waiting assistance
That coming from no place
Letting the illusion
Manipulat your desires

Dead minds
By the fear
Dead minds
By yourselves

People die
Belief in the what don’t looky
But don’t may dead
‘Cause they never live

Prisoners of your illusion
Prisoners of your illusion

Slaving yourselves
By that calling of faith
Living to live
Anaesthesiates by conformism

Prisoners of your illusion
Prisoners of your illusion

Your minds are
Dead to the world
And you dead
Together

They are owe ever good
When are ever fuckin’
Creating in your minds
Images of salvations

Prisoners of your illusion
Prisoners of your illusion

Dead Minds (Live at Programa Balanço do Rock - Rádio Cultura FM, Belém, Brazil, 2001)

Live recorded (Belém, PA - Brazil)
Production by Retaliatory

Line up:
Moita (Vocal)
Franklin Dias (Bass)
Espeto Alfaia (Guitar)
André Formigosa (Drums)

Retaliatory Attack (Live at Programa Balanço do Rock - Rádio Cultura FM, Belém, Brazil, 2001)

Special guest on backing vocals by Marcelo Osga (Punishment)

Lyric:

Result of war
Of time, of torture and death
A human creature of corpse dismember and retaliative
Remains of life torturing

Rebellion mixed with pain
Your heart replete of hate
Memories from the past, pains from the present
Life without future, life useless

A soul in intense agony
Your sentence is live to suffer
He don’t understand, ‘Cause still betheve
If he ave living with a zombie

A bed, your last dwelling
Whispers, your only form of manifest
Your conscience, corroye by time
Your eyes, ask for rest

Solitude in your conscience
Turney by dark side of the brain
He find your true place
Return and ask the death

Remains of life, imploring by death

Suffer ‘till die, ‘till die
Suffer for die, die
Feelings of mercy, don’t he make
Don’t he bring, come back again

Sinking in Pain

Imploring by Death (Demo Version)

Live at Festival Esquentando as Guitarras, Mosqueiro, Belém, Pará, Brazil, April 10, 1993
Record by Mauro Seabra.

Voices from the Silence (Live - April 10, 1993 - Belém, Brazil)

Resident of Death Row

Special guests:
Intro by Fábio Tavares
Backing vocals by Marcelo Osga (Punishment)

Lyric:

My life never exist I go dead still embryo
I don’t ask to generate me
And nor die so coldly
I listen from the womb my mother
What she thinks
But don’t I can make nothing
I’m soon human cells without destiny

After dead, I’m thou in the garbage as dregs
Forgotten by insane minds
What generate me?
And buried me alive
In a world without life
What the next? 
Why? When till?

Voices from the darkness
Voices from the silence

My life never exist I go dead still embryo
Cells still alive defecation
By insane minds that generation me

Voices from the darkness
Voices from the death

Embryonic death
Death
Premature death

To your relief I’m go now
We did seen in the next hell
Want the next? Why?
When till? When till?

Voices from the Silence (Demo Version)

"Torture of Death" live at Teatro Margarida Schivasappa - CCAA Fest 2013, Belém, Brazil, august 09, 2014.

Torture of Death (Live - August 09, 2014 - Belém, Brazil)

Brazilian Thrash Metal band. 
Since 1990.

Retaliatory

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