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