LYRICS

Page 1 | Page 2 Tribes Memories fresh within my head Blood is fresh but you are dead Cross into the freaks domain See your fear feel your pain The prophesy has now begun You cannot hide you cannot run Leave you bleeding at my feet You are natural you are meat Tribes Below the graves Breed Refuge by day Tribes Their home beneath Breed Alive but deceased Blessed with the gift of flight Changing shape and unseen sight Knowing why and knowing when Gifted with the dreams of men Out of sight out of mind Leave our world you're not of our kind What he fears he can't enjoy What man envies he destroys Leave the garden of your torment Through the gates that hold your fear Monsters, freaks, the cursed, the gifted Day is gone the night is here Death by fire death by gun Death by knife death by sun Born apart they crave the same Living in their unreal pain Prejudice deeper than creed The reason for this hate is breed Not unholy but alone Just for this we burn their home Banished from the world of men Man beware they'll rise again Even In Heaven Led by a sacred feeling in my heart I have left my evil ways to restart Now I heard Eden call I must try not to fall All is good in heaven But I want more Am I stripped of evilness to the core Now I hear the darkness say Rise my son and do your work Make them pay! Even in heaven there's hell Even in heaven Brought by the holy son Welcomed and blessed inside Now that the dead's begun Kneel o me or die, ha, ha, ha, ha When the war is over As it's just begun When your god has fallen And Satan's work is done I will sit at His strong left side With my head held high And a wreath of pride Trinity MCMXLV 0530 Here we stand as the forces blow Across the land Open minds and now open sores But no open hand Hiding in our trench of steel To witness the blast Nothing to say and now nothing to feel Now it's hopeless and past The wind that was meant to be Oppenheimer built radioactivity Buildings and houses crops and forethought Have now gone to ground All but the dust and the helpless debris Are all that are found Now his creation is purchased by gods Who must reconvene Deciding to cleanse the Earth of its life By priming their own war machine Skil will grow soft blood will grow cold But not on your frame He mastered the deadliest weapon of all But was he insane He built it for life He built it for peace Oh that's what he thought But evilness knows no boundaries And satan will read from his court In Memory Of (Paul Miller 1964-90) He was in life as he was in death A well remebered man His life was taken like a sudden breath That simply wasn't planned And all that's left to say Written on his grave it says: In Memory Of In all the essence of a friendship he, Was never so cold or sad He tried so hard as he struggled in What little time he had No more return to home Written on his stone it says In Memory Of And now he's gone all that's left behind Is a legacy In the pages of a magazine Left in time to read The only thing that's said A memory of his life Written at it's head it says All this left behind Faerie Tale Gather round and listen to The tales I have to tell Of demons, death and misery In this wonderland called hell The things that children dream of Are present in this land Look in my eyes and trust me Come take my hand The looking glass doth break Revealing all inside A land of joy and misery No place for you to hide We are your darkest fears Faerie tale, nightmare fantasy Keeper of souls, stealer of breath The legions. Revel in ecstacy The nightmares that awake you Believe that they are real The demons laugh and feast upon The children's hearts they steal Tempted into darkness By those who would be true Lured and deceived By the evil that we do Sugar and spice And everything nice Fortune favours the chosen few Laughter and tears Heartache and tears Emotional torture inside of you Sing a song of sixpence Mummy's going to die Daddy is the devil And baby's going to cry You're safe with me You wait with bated breath The pied piper plays his song Come follow to your death Page 1 | Page 2