Written by: Sepultura | Album: “Arise” (1991)
Sacrifice is pleasure When life ends in pain Conceive the last mistakes Which belongs to all Creation of insane rule All we hear desperate cry Death, the coldest wind Seeps into your pores A nation born of hate Forgotten distant time Creation of insane rule All we hear desperate cry Endless empty maze Despair, distress and silence A poison vacuum, infinity Life, lies, deceit Mute souls feel our insults Oceans tainted with blood Empty promises of hope Buried deep, infected ground Creation of insane rule (all we hear) All we hear desperate cry Cry
Odyssey of Tiny 
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