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
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