/ S /Sepultura / SHIZOPHRENIA(1988)

                   1. From the past comes the storms
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              The sky throws up truing to avenge intself
                 You feel a pain that burns your flesh
                   You reflection inside the mirror
             Shows a past soiled by the blood of innocents
             The human greed will be their own destruction
             the apes in their cages surrounded by thorns
                   That are forcing us to live here

             I feel an urge to melt and go through cracks
              To vanish like a fossil that will be found
                        Flying on the universe
                 brains of armed lives hidden in pits
           It's a figth of dwarves strengthening the giants
                   They are sons of the same father
                       Fruit of the same mother
                  All of then cry together in despair

              But what's heard is only the buzz of flies
                         Over the rotten flesh
                 There's no more safe ground to be on
                Everybody around you reflects an image
                         Distorted and wounded
                 I can hear the cry of a million souls
             That have been already marked by their deaths
          While the laughs of satisfaction echo endlessly...

                  Insanity-lacerating the last sanity
                   Endlessly-still remains on minds
                 Lunacy-masses smashed by a holy shit
               No regred-from the past comes the storms

            The sky throws up storms tryig to avenge itself
                 You feel a pain that burns your flesh
                   Your reflection inside the mirror
             Shows a past soiled by the blood of innocents
             The human greed will be their own destruction
             The apes in their cages surrounded by thorns
                   That are forcing us to live here.


                            2. To the wall
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                     To the wall-clams the soldier
                   My last steps march to the death
                  Last wills! Hell! This is idiotism
                Fuck off to me. Fuck off to all of you

                    To the death - I raise my head
              My last moments-it's my existing countdown
                 A cry for mercy trapped in my throat
             But even in hell there's a place for cowards

                     The burning sun over my head
              The troop is comin - commpassion I dismiss
                 Sentence of death pounding on my back
         There's no hiding when you're thrown against the wall

                 To paradice ,the priest is saying ...
                           Blessing my death
                   He's standing in front of me ...
                     His merciful sight sickens me
             He says that soon I'll have my judgement ...
                 I'll kneel down in front of the Lord

                 And he asks me to regret my sins ...
                           But it's too late
                   Growling words from the bible ...
                           Raising my agony
                              Oh God !...
                 How I'd like to have my hands untied

                        The wall I'm facing now
                 Seeing my life going through my eyes
                     Feeling death behind my back
           An acrid taste of defeat tormenting my last years
                  And when I feel my body behind ...
                          Punched ... Smashed
                    There's no pain ...just silence
         My last breath echoing ... spreading tnrough the air
              My body in pieces ... a stream of blood ...

                    Bloody drops whipping the wall
            The silent wall that has understood my silence
              The silence that was a prisoner of my soul
             Is my soul that now is the ruler of the world

                              To the wall


                         3. Escape to the void
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               Tne pest in the eyes of death follows us
                  Through the dirty streets of blood
             It begins to eat inside us,decaying our bones
           How will we escape if the void covers our lungs ?
            We are buried in the spewed trash for ourselves

                    Blood,pain - nothing to say ...
                       Why then - must we die ?

                          Escape to the void
                          Escape to the void

           I look at my face on the other side of the mirror
              My face falls down in pieces full of worms
               I burst my rotten heart with my own hands
                   I'm dying and I can't help myself

                    Blood,pain - nothing to say ...
                       Why then - must we die ?

                    Wnat have I been running from ?
                            I'm not guilty
                     You've shown me the worst way
                Cause you've my victim ... the next one

               The pest in the eyes of death follows us
                  Through the dirty streets of blood
             It begins to eat inside us,decaying our bones
           How will we escape if the void covers our lungs ?
            We are buried in the spewed trash for ourselves

                    Blood,pain - nothing to say ...
                       Why then - must we die ?

                          Escape to the void
                          Escape to the void


                        4. Inquisition Symphony
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                           [ Instrumental ]


                    5. Screams behind the schadows
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                     Death comes from the unknown
                     Darkened by its own existence
        The end no longer exist when the spirit leaves the body
              Phenomenon that mankind would rather forget

                           Shadows and cries
               Are found together trapped inside a world
                   Hateful was your life in the past
              To torment someone is your present destiny

                   I feel pleasure seeing your agony
                   It burnst my insane subconscious
                 From life I look nothin' but insults
                 From death I got irrational pleasure

            Is it possible to feel satisfied after death ?
          Yeah,life has marked you with despair and takedown
             Death welcomes you as a seed lost in oblivion
                As a bastard son the world has rejected

                     Life betrays you on each step
                      On each body that faces you

                      On each soul that meets you
                      On each tomb that is closed


                            6. Septic Shizo
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                      At the time of my last pain
                      I scream,so I can run away
                       What I see in front of me
                 Is only the reflection of my insanity

                      Throwing me to the present
                        Alone almost in despair
                My head throws itself against the wall
                    Making my blood flow free of me
                To be born again,it'll be a sad destiny

               To seek death when it's inside of myself
                    I throw up trying to put it out
               I try to sleep sitting on the cold ground

                        Reminders from the past
                       Repulsion of the present
                          Fear of the future
                             Septis Schizo
                             Septic Schizo
                             Septic Schizo

                     Stained by blood on the face
               I see that my life goes by in from of me
             As an old movie,I feel not proud of anything
                               I've done
                      I scorn myself with anguish

                         My nerves are blowing
                      Inside of me my skin burns
                     I sink my toes on the ground
          I wanna guit,but I don't wanna enter another place

          I'm marked and wounded,the decaying of my thoughts
                      The rotten smell on my skin
                  The cold body,thrown and forgotten
           I can see things,but I'm blinded to the world ...

                             7. The abyss
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                           [ Instrumental ]


                               8. R.I.P.
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                    Fast death disenchanted by life
                       Marked by envy and scorn
                   Show to the world his mortal hate
                            Die with regret
                  There's no lingt and there's no air
                     The rose's smell corrodes me

                             Rest in pain
                             Rest in pain
                             Rest in pain

                    You wake up lying on wet ground
                       Worms corrode your flesh
                         Pick up your own eyes
                           Watuh septig end
                 To shout at someone and not be heard
                   The stlence suports the paranoia
                    To die crying , this is my fate
                           The life i chose

                             Schizophrenia
                               Paranoia
                             Insane death
                             Rest in pain

                   Fast death, disenchanted by life
                       Marked by envy and scorn
                   Show to the world his mortal hate
                            Die with regret
                  There's no light and there's no air
                     The rose's smell corrodes me
                       A deep agony possesses me
                    To be forgotten under a burial

                             Rest in pain
                             Rest in pain