TRIBUNE LYRICS

1. I Came From The Swamps...

The shambling mound, a mortal form assumed
Emerges form the mire in which was consumed
A man, a mind, the moss and loam it taught
Inspiring vegetal consciousness and thought

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Alone, he's yearning for love
And self-discovery
He's teaching humanity
Of Earth, and the web of life
He's natures duality
Elementally

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The force of nature bound in an Earth Elemental
A man no longer, with power exponential
A curse upon the virus of this planet
Dying to show man the value of the plant
And when they refuse to see
He levels all their cities
Darkly, his green mind considers
Extinction
However, he knows when to stop

How unlike a man
His voyages take him far
Out into the aether
He learns secrets cabalistic in content
But longs to return to the green
Struggling to solve dichotomy within
Flesh tries to speak, wood simply listens
The sound of the end looming on the horizon
An event of which he tries to make us wiser

2. The Succubus

Zombies pour from graveyards, into the streets
A war upon humanity, no succor for the meek
Total devastation, mere pockets of relief
A trio strides into the wild, armed unto the teeth

When behold!
A lissome maid flits by!
Clothed in only passion with lustful eye
Yet avaunt!
She mounts a corpse nearby!
A ghoulish love for undead in a form divine

[Trio:]
SHE MUST DIE!
SOME THINGS MUST NOT BE!

The trio tracks her through the mountains
Into hot lands to the East
They cannot help but think of her
The things she did with joyful cheek
Dank, permissive taproom; broadsword, cutlass, mace
The trio's hearts a-thunder as they come face to face
And freeze in place

What a form!
A proper goddess nigh!
She lures the trio closer with a sigh
Let alas!
She's of the succubi!
She whispers to them words they cannot deny

[Trio:]
WE OBEY!
YOUR WORDS ARE SO SWEET!
WE SERVE EVERY NEED!

[Succubus:]
Kill yourselves
Let you fall by each others hands
Let my undead feast upon your brains

The trio turns on each other
Each of their friendships turning to hate
The chance to fuck a succubus
Is worth the grisly fate

[Trio:]
WE ARE DEAD!
WE LOVE YOU MISTRESS!

3. Chemistry Arrives

Why should I even give a fuck All the shaking tails around yet still get no luck
With whores
Hidden urge inside dictating me viciously twisting all that I see
Abhor this war

Control Conform

Pleasure hidden deep inside folds so corpulent
Masochism gratified was not heaven sent
Choosing poisons taken to the ultimate extremes
What lies behind my blue eyes is not what it seems

It's everywhere on TV screens and in my dreams it tortures me
I cannot fight and cannot see it's everywhere but where I want it to be
On Me

Writhing squirming Impaled on me
Impaled on me

Impure this urge to dominate.
No sanctity! A wish to violate
A girl sweetling I'm yearning for your lust
To unfurl choking squeezing the sense from me

Can't seem to shake the predatorial side of me
Hunting you
My deer twitching starting sensing me
My gaze totally hungrily wanting you

Chemistry arrives twisting my mind like a forgotten boon
Opening my mind to what lurks inside the beast unleashed too soon

Chasing grasping jumping and humping anon
A curse upon my head
Leering at anything see no one as friend a brute
No woman is safe
Stay away I cannot stand your beauty obscened
Twisted by my mind
When you near me my only thought of you is of a finger
Deep within a hole

Your hole or any hole
Obsessed with flesh
Defined by need
Want you underneath
Need you between my knees
And then I shall find release

4. The Warrior Mentality

Hoping for something, for the first time
Won't be the last time
Hoping-repetitive state of mind
Wishing for a thrill
Pissing down a well again
The fire in the wind, gutters away

A warrior passes by
There's no one in his way
His armour of confidence
Keeps him safe
In the cold
In the wet environs
Of the world
Safe in this cold world

War
A swath of pure destruction
the strength to kill
A force of will
Though it may seem a gross abomination

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The survivors always need
The warrior mentality
A crucial reckoning
The warrior mentality

Waste
Lay waste to all of those who bar the path
Their struggles slowly cease
Beneath his boots, their lives are moot
A warrior does not slash, he cuts his foe down

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The will to win
It's Ugly as sin
A badge that must be worn with honor
An attitude that prepares itself for what may come

No more wasted days
This is a way of life that holds itself at stake
No detail missed
Defeat does not exist
None but death may stop this lone revolution

5. Below

We cannot be stopped from changing who we are
An aberrant liberation

In a state decaying
We are those who choose to lose

Unfolding of a vision
A convenient form of disguise

Laying siege to others like a killer
It appeals to the subconscious mind

Grinding bodies under foot
And raising them as dead

Don't waste your life on me
Cause I don't want to destroy you

BUT I WILL

BELOW

THE LANDSLIDE

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BELOW
They're running amok
In utter bliss
We give not a thought to this
As accepting a medium as was ever used
A fertile plot

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BELOW

THE LANDSLIDE

VILLAGES SWEPT AWAY

PEASANTS DIE

A FITTING CELEBRATION OF THINGS GONE AWRY

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THE BLOW

Comes in fast, delivering it's kiss, the irony is not missed,
The thing about us not to misconstrue is that we self-destruct

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"BELOW"

6. We, The Black

A dim-lit space
Testosterone ablaze
Where women are desired, yet protected
Unspoken pact
Of mutual violence
Where rivals laugh at rivals
As they contest their might
In deathless bloodletting

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WE, the blackened ones
Wish to claim your youth
CAUGHT, within our web
SOLDIERS, for the dark
The nighted army grows
CAST, down Heaven's gates

Mediocrity
Has a war on it's hands
We won't stand by and let them win it
We're going to fight
To do as we will
We'll even fight each other
Especially each other
That's what we came here for

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DRUNKS - amok
A crazed - scene of
Self - inflicted damage
NO one leaves
WITHOUT a dazed
Sense of amazement

A legion gathered
Among the disaffected
Each one here an island of resentment
Our numbers growing
Our wings spread 'cross the globe
The shade they cast a blessing
To those of darkened mind
Genetic dissenters

7. Man On The Outside

Man on the outside, always looking in
Content to tread a path of his own
Man on the outside, envious of them
Wondering why he feels so alone

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Slaves to something
They don't know
And never really give a thought for
Cruel and taunting
What they show
Is their own wide-open sore

Man on the outside, swearing his revenge
To be taken out on all of you
Man on the outside, trembling with rage
Begins to make himself anew

Start anew
Destroy oneself
And remake oneself

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THEY'RE SO OBSESSED
WITH THEIR OWN REACTION...
NEVER DO THEY SEE WHO I AM
TREADING LIGHTLY
BECAUSE I CARE
WHY DO I BOTHER? IT'S BEYOND ME

Man on the outside, sets himself a task
To rise above the shallow ones
Man on the outside, can't avoid his past
Succeeds and fails all at once
Finds his voice

8. The World's Greatest Cynic

He kisses his wife, he kisses his kids, "Goodbye little ones
I go to keep you safe at home
I sew the seeds, that freedom needs, with necessary war
And liberty's path is paved in bone."
A breastplate, a sabre, shanks encased in steel
A hell hound's helm in static howl
"We go to bring a savage folk nobility and culture
Of us, they should have never run afoul"

The raw recruit sits next to him, and listens to past glories
Upon the galley under sail
Soon enough the reach the land of plenty, where he knows
Civility will once more fail

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And he swings his sword
The finely honed edge of lust
A tool in a greater war
Led into the wilds by trust (A soldier does as he must)
(Descent fueled with disgust)

Cloven skulls
Shattered teeth
Blood surrounds him
No means of retreat

FIGHT

Fight against the heathens that endanger his life
Bringing progress to barbarians and leading them at sword-point march
Making of his weapons and his rage, a gift
"A gift they don't deserve in a classroom not their choosing
A stern lesson may be the only one they learn"
Submission is the only way the tutelage is ended
Hegemony; "We do it to save our lives
Our methods are superior and clearly we deserve to rule"

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Can't control... battle thirst
The thoughts slow... doubts dispersed
Rationale... irrelevant
Peace does not... even exist
The soldier becomes the world's greatest cynic
He's seen it all

But perhaps there is intrinsic value in life
It just could be diversity provides the spice
But what would he do, oh what would he say
If he looked at the faces of the foes he had slain?

The thought consumed him
He could not let it be
He probed at it as if it were a wound
He burned with curiosity
His mind conjured an itch
That, if not scratched threatened to implode
It came upon him after combat
A feeling like the one
Many men get as they kill, with a hard-on
It lasted longer than he thought possible
He felt like a starving man trying not to eat a corpse

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And he reaches his foe
Undoes a chinstrap
Removes the bassinet
UNVEILS A CHILD!
A boy not much senior to his own
He senses the parallels
Grasps the context
Loses his sanity which is gone forevermore
The face, so beautiful in death
pain recedes
Serenity is gained to continue past life
Children! He'd been killing children
He'd never pondered on the youth of his profession
Compared to them he was an old-timer
Despite the gulf between them
His and theirs acted the same
Sending boys out killing boys with grown men overseers

He knew now
What he'd done
Was killed the son
Of everyone

If he changed
If he repent
He'd be caged
By his government

For the soldier is sacred
But the objector is hated
And shunned
Until the war is done

His whole life... made no sense
Deep ingrained... violence
Only the war
Before we even stood erect







TRIBUNE LYRICS