The dead have burned with fire
The living have gone udone
Burn to kill, burn to lust,
born for extermination
Evil forces, breaking the circle,
with weapons in their arms
Walking dead and living flesh,
living without spirit
This is what I need,
this is what I dream
Moving forward, driving me on,
just to prove you’re wrong
This’s not what I need,
this’s not what I dream
Body explode, with much bloodshed,
tearing myself away
Misery, bringing the pain, and we’re all left insane
Fear, deep inside, but we all will overcome
Misery, bringing the pain, and we’re all left insane
Fear, deep inside, but we all will overcome
Corruption, prevails
This nation, game of deceiving.
Deformity of the nation makes me feel sick
Seeing the sorrow like tearing my lips
Breaking the line, the truth we’ll find,
this will not end
Deformity of the nation makes me feel sick
Seeing the sorrow like tearing my lips
Breaking the line, the truth we’ll find
This will never end
Rupture markets itself as a raw brand of death/thrash from southern China, but there's something more unique here-- guitar solos interlaid over riffs and grind-like interludes create some fancy song structures. SINOMITE