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Brutta

by Brutta

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1.
Brutta 04:34
Right here, twist the rest Nothing to be Right here, shedding skin Nothing to see Right here, come to me Come to me I am now what everyone will become I am now what everyone will become Right here, peeling Creeping to be Right here, mutating Change into me Right here, come to me, Come to me I am now what everyone will become I am now what everyone will become Brutta Brutta Right here, where you twist the rest Theres nothing to be Right here, where you fix what’s left Theres nothing to see Right here, come to me, come to me I am now what everyone will become I am now what everyone will become Brutta Brutta Come to me, come to me When you see my uniqueness as a virtue Only then you will find comfort within Be awake when I dismember you body Only then I’ll let you remember it all What everyone will become Brutta Brutta
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Mortem 04:07
Deep disgust With the smell of dying Opened full of flies Source of horror Stares with black eyes Faces, but no longer prevails Look-out The bloodthirsty shelters the murderer The bloodthirsty shelters the murderer There is no discord in disguise Grows the rage to kill Faces, but no longer prevails Look-out The bloodthirsty shelters the murderer The bloodthirsty shelters the murderer Deep disgust With the smell of dying Opened full of flies Source of horror Stares with black eyes Faces, but no longer prevails Look-out The bloodthirsty shelters the murderer The bloodthirsty shelters the murderer Armed with decision To drown its hate Attacks at once Breaking bones inside Agonizing with pleasure Confuses guilt and rancor Collapse accurate stroke Bones of the lower ones Bones of the lower ones Stacking chopped bodies Dive into hands of blood Mutilates at once Braking bones inside In front of the dead After proper disposal Collapse accurate stroke Bones of the lower ones Bones of the lower ones Source of horror Stares with black eyes Faces, but no longer prevails Source of horror Stares with black eyes Faces, but no longer prevails
3.
Frgmntd 03:54
An imprecise cave Full of depth Opaque, taken, strangled I'm compressed With unreal spaces Opaque, taken, strangled, crushed It was dark I couldn't see What I looked at was opaque Taken, strangled It was loose, I couldn't fix What I looked at I couldn't put together Taken, strangled, crushed Broken pieces in mind Living fragmented Broken pieces in mind Living fragmented It was dark I couldn't see What I looked at was opaque Taken, strangled It was loose, I couldn't fix What I looked at I couldn't put together Taken, strangled, crushed Broken pieces in mind Living fragmented Broken pieces in mind Living fragmented F-R-G-M-N-T-D F-R-G-M-N-T-D
4.
Bastardo 04:19
Padre, figlio, spirito santo, amen This is the church where we understand hunger And god knows there are many hungry inside us Praying blindly Padre, figlio, spirito santo, amen This is the church where we share the blame And god knows how many guilty inside us Praying blindly Mass, priest, altar Host, lies, heresy Mass, priest, altar Lost in folclore There is no god There is no god Bastardo Don’t infect my beliefs, hypocritical Bastardo If there is no god, your jesus is… pray son of a bitch Padre, figlio, spirito santo, amen This is the church where the bells remain silent And god knows how many scream inside us Praying blindly Mass, priest, altar (I’m the heir) Host, lies, heresy (I’m the heir) Mass, priest, altar (I’m the heir) Lost in folclore There is no god There is no god Bastardo Don’t infect my beliefs, hypocritical Bastardo If there is no god, oh jesus…. Through silence, sharing guilt of unspeakable truth Through silence, sharing guilt of unspeakable truth How can you believe in a folclore such as this one? How can you devote your life to a fairy tale? I’m sorry disappointing you, but there is no god
5.
Inferno 04:20
The beast comes from non-solid places Question non-own choices The beast become solid ground Complete existing madness The beast seeks to destroy everything that moves The beast seeks to destroy to dominate is all This hating shadow Nobody will see While infiltrating Inferno When life acts wicked greater is evil When life acts wicked greater is evil The beast comes from non-solid places Question non-own choices The beast become solid ground Complete existing madness This hating shadow Nobody will see While infiltrating Inferno When life acts wicked greater is evil When life acts wicked greater is evil Evil… greater is evil… Evil… greater is evil… Death reacting life Wandering pain Endless dark mazes Death reacting life Losing memories of self Death reacting life Wandering pain Endless dark mazes Evil… greater is evil… Evil… greater is evil… Death reacting life Wandering pain Endless dark mazes Death reacting life Losing memories of self This hating shadow Nobody will see While infiltrating Inferno When life acts wicked greater is evil When life acts wicked greater is evil
6.
Cristus 03:41
Sovereign why so much emptiness? Sovereign why so much emptiness? Hear me legion Cristus Hear me legion Cristus Hear me legion Cristus Cristus Once where the devil dwelt You’re now no longer saluted Hear me legion Cristus Hear me legion Cristus Hear me legion Cristus Cristus Once where the devil dwelt You’re now no longer… Once where the devil dwelt You’re now no longer saluted Sovereign why so much emptiness? Sovereign why so much emptiness? Sovereign why so much emptiness? Hear me legion Cristus Hear me legion Cristus Hear me legion Cristus Cristus Once where the devil dwelt You’re now no longer... Once where the devil dwelt You’re now no longer saluted Bow to your doom Bow to your death Bow to your doom Bow to your death
7.
Devon 03:51
Let’s do it, kill! For the sentimentalist there is no criminal But only surroundings that did not provide I’m no sentimentalist, I’m a criminal The more I push these walls the more I long to hurt Hurt Think of me as a devastating threat I don’t need to be punished but dispossessed Don't notice if I feel comfortable When kneading your brain and teaching monstrosity pain To hurt (Kill, kill, kill) Parish for deserters (Kill, kill, kill) Patron of the insensitive (Kill, kill, kill) Attribute of sociopaths The more I push these walls the more I long to hurt The more I push these walls the more I long to hurt Walls of Devon Boundaries of hell from within Walls of Devon Keeping you safe from me I’m thinking of you About your skull head I imagine opening and crushing it Kneading your brain and teaching monstrosity pain To hurt (Kill, kill, kill) Parish for deserters (Kill, kill, kill) Patron of the insensitive (Kill, kill, kill) Attribute of sociopaths The more I push these walls the more I long to hurt The more I push these walls the more I long to hurt Walls of Devon Boundaries of hell from within Walls of Devon Keeping you safe from me I’m breaking free Don’t mind looking back I might find you someday The more I push these walls the more I long to hurt I’m no sentimentalist, I’m a criminal
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Limbo 04:36
To those who remain outside the presence of death: The dead don't make choices or follow patterns The dead would rather crumble than give you what they see One dies inside… Died! The time has come to surrender All you know is lost No one cares as you can’t restore What do you know beast? All I know? all I know... Oblivion The time has come to surrender and lay down Bend your knees for me From up here I’m flammable, you can’t restore What do you know beast? All I know? all I know... Oblivion To those who remain outside the presence of death: The dead don't make choices or follow patterns The dead would rather crumble than give you what they see One dies inside… About to colapse, death is preferred to ruin About to colapse, death is preferred to ruin About to colapse, death is preferred Burn About to colapse, death is preferred to ruin About to colapse, death is preferred Burn

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released June 17, 2022

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Brutta São Paulo, Brazil

Blackened Death Metal.

About to collapse, death is preferred to ruin. Brutta, a brutal and in-your-face version of obscure and wicked music.

Lineup:
Adriano Ribeiro (guitars, vocals)
Tom MacLean
(bass)
Gledson Gonçalves (drums)

"Brutta" mixed and mastered by Tom MacLean @ Twelve Tone Studio.
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