Without death there is no life,
We destroy to create.
Without darkness we cannot appreciate light.
We are the few, we are the chosen,
With suicidal tasks our courage won’t be broken,
We reign supreme, we can’t be beaten,
Our hearts are made of steel, our spirits now awoken,
Now we came to fight this war,
We came to end it all,
We march into the sun,
Our hearts will melt as one,
Now there’s nothing inside for you to feel,
Now there’s nothing to grasp to make it real,
Feel the pressure begin to swell our heads
But we never can stop this march of death,
Burn the houses down and kill the ones inside,
Now there’s nothing inside for you to feel,
Now there’s nothing to grasp to make it real
Burn down the fields of hope, burn down the ones we love,
We fight with no remorse and tear the bastards down,
We bleed to serve the one, we bleed until we’re done,
We kill to set us free from this hypocrisy,
Burn the houses down and kill the ones inside,
Use the hatred of their god to make it right
We will find you, we will kill you, I have seen it, I can taste your flesh.
Live for me, breath for me, die for me, burn for me!
Featuring founding vocalist Jesse Zaraska for the first time since 2004, the Milwaukee veterans' seventh album is a metalcore monster. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 12, 2020
On their self-titled debut, Bhavachakra make black metal, flamenco guitar, and Liszt-like piano passages collide. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 17, 2016