7TH SON LYRICS

1. Tension For Dissention

Pretenders to render, dismember if we must
Misguided, benighted, return me to the rust
Hang the hybrid half-breeds high, for all who try to see
It's time to hide, for on we ride, to crush the cowards' creed
Heroes, disposable indeed taken by the horns, and broken like a beast
Bleed on, they lead on, from glories long since past
The tension for dissension builds to birth iconoclast

Breakthrough as heroes fall, for heroes call, the ashen children of the wake
All that remain lay dying slain the inbred brood of stolen strain
Trivial, tried untrue, as autumn's ashes twice exhumed
Those unearthed to claim the crown, one by one will be struck down
Blood has been shed, bled into one dead sound
We will not break down we breakthrough
Transcend the trend, it tends to descend
Glass gods relent, we will break before we bend

Slip not this noose about your neck veins choked with soiled works infect
The stagnant carcass that you left at the gates of ill attempt
And like the beasts beneath your bed this war within and without end
Will wage its sin and rightly rend its wrath util we no more pretend to dissent
Pretend to descend throw down!
Blood has been shed, bled into one dead sound
We will transcend the trend, it tends to descend
Glass gods relent we will break before we bend

2. Force Fed Up

Where were you when times were nu? labels large and leaders few
Left for dead, the glories to a generation cast askew
Quick to turn from break and burn to broken hearts and sexless spurn
Painted nails don tainted horns a trend thought dead, instead reborn
Fed up forcefed, we have had enough
Time is up time now to call your bluff
Synthesize and bastardize, time and time the same reprise no more

Hallowed be the name you shame It's it, it's in, it's all the same
Recycle, wretch, regurgitate revived, revered ten years too late
Thieve the strain, mutate, stain respect, inject, infect with fame
Running wild, store-bought style impostors pander packaged pain
Fed up forcefed, we have had enough
Time is up time now to call your bluff
Synthesize and bastardize, time and time the same reprise no more

3. Shout With A Fist

Waves of horns on a sea of fists came to rock not to slit these wrists
Break-neck and ready to roll lock, load, lose control
Wreck and rage let the slaughter crash storm the stage like the waters thrash
Let loose and forever freed sing with me and together bleed
Of one blood! We are of one blood

Rock and sway like the ebb and flow let the current carry me low
Let me drown in the sound I know within the chant I cannot grow old
Every arm in the air my own every face in the pit my home
Cross me once, burn you back ten-fold never find this motherfucker bought or sold
Of one blood! We are of one blood

They try to hold us down afraid to hear our sound
There is no fear found in the fist that pounds
Do not even need a word scream our voices heard
Five fingered messenger now let me hear you shout with a fist







7TH SON LYRICS