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