Do not care if it's right
Or going to stain your mind
Is the power of the riot
That will make you collapse
We are prepared to incinerate your precious martyrs
Trampling and spitting your national pride
Your beautiful city on two parts we divided
The mother country and all lovers of the same
They will rot waiting for justice and a happy end
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