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