Sepultura
Eb, Ebm
I can see my son, apocalyptic trash, seesawed and run, I must be die
I'm on a need to mother die, I'm on an endless scourge how I rise
I'm buried in the matter of nothing, tell the spirits of my victor
Don't follow the art, die as pure of sight
I send the world out! I send the world dead!
Free the Lord!
Tell him he's not favored!
Thou'st preached!
Father, they are to run!
I don't know when!
I just do what's best!
Dust to dust!
FACE THE ENEMY!
FIGHT THE REBELS!
GET THE PISTOL TO THE FACTORY!
FIGHT THE REBELS!
OPPOSITE ENEMIES ARE GOING TO DIE!
WE'RE DEAD AND OUT OF THE SKY
WE SHALL RISE!