Dead Fred's Left Head - Lyrics

Black Prophet

Torn by the winter storm,
Silence your babies in darkness we mourn.
Show me the naked fear,
Hold it close see it tremble feel it near.

Hide from a world decayed,
Creatures of hell on a battle field will lay.
Suffer my scent of death,
But hold me close don´t suffer me to forget.

Fear that grips in dead of night,
Growing with the fading light.

Tear this blackened heart in two,
For they know not what they do.

Black Prophet - Your cloud of dust more bleak than life.
Black Prophet - This earth your sacrifice.

An unending tale of woe,
Where even the darkest demon dare not go.
Feed me the killer's rope,
But please don't leave when the darkness is our hope.

Don´t look at my face by night,
For there I am forever the killer's light.
Forgive our unholy chime,
Ringing in the blackened monastery of time.

Fear that grips in dead of night,
Growing with the fading light.

Tear this blackened heart in two,
For they know not what they do.

Black Prophet - Your cloud of dust more bleak than life.
Black Prophet - This earth your sacrifice.

Black Prophet - Flash fried land this sinful night.
Black Prophet - Wilt our will for life.

Eating of my life,
Tearing of my soul,
Stealing of my heart,
Leaving me unwhole.

Feeding where I lie,
Building of my pain,
Hear the demon cry,
Help me home again.

Again.

Wrath

Smashing through all mental bonds,
Now I perceive that thought is gone.
Instinct flooding all.

The sound that's thumping in your guts,
The storming thunder drives you nuts,
And to it you shall fall.

Screaming crowd, chilling night,
Atmosphere a God sent sight,
Deepest spirits call.

The lights they fall, the waiting ends,
A spreading silence now descends,
The calm before the storm.

Lights! And on the stage the silhouetted shapes in flaming colour.
Still! The silent night as they appear.
Roar! Like calls to like, this music calls onto another.
Feel! It tears your heart you know no fear.

Wrath!

The final hymn.

Into the silence now explodes,
The driving rhythms fast unload.
Eating still night whole.

With music now the crowd unwinds,
A screaming, glowing voice it finds.
Warming in the cold.

And from the crowd the vibe we take,
Adrenalin rush you cannot shake,
This feeling can't grow old.

So now the show begins to spark,
The screaming music fills the dark.
Angry tough and bold.

Lights! And on the stage the silhouetted shapes in flaming colour.
Still! The silent night as they appear.
Roar! Like calls to like this music, calls onto another.
Feel! It tears your heart you know no fear.

Wrath!

The final hymn.

Scream! With those whose lust you're sharing,
Share! The power of music here,
Here! With those who are past caring,
Care! Or else you'll disappear.

The stage for now is packed away,
You've heard the final hymn today.
Time for moving on.

To endless long and sleepless nights,
Guitar nearby, no end in sight.
The next unwilling song.

To endless miles of empty road,
Before we will again explode.
Hey how can we go wrong?

So one last word that's solely mine,
Before me meet again next time.
A word before we're gone.

Lights! And on the stage the silhouetted shapes in flaming colour.
Still! The silent night as they appear.
Roar! Like calls to like this music, calls onto another.
Feel! It tears your heart you know no fear.

Wrath!

To Kill in His Name

I am a warrior,
My twisted soul,
In fighting for this homeland I am made unwhole.

I am a follower,
Fodder for war,
My faith in God is stolen by things that my eyes saw.

Sleep denied me by horror of dreams,
The frozen memories, the waking screams.

I, am crucified in your god's name,
In war in which the dead are famed,
These heroes now that we have maimed,
I stand, I die, I flee, I'm shamed,
Fear not the end for heaven claims
Your souls which now murder hath stained,
These painted hearts which God has tamed,
To kill in His name.

I am a dying man,
My life now gone,
My prayer to end this torment, to purge this wrong.

I am a single person,
A single life,
Who to this pale god of war you have sacrificed.

Sleep denied me by horror of dreams,
The frozen memories, the waking screams.

I, am crucified in your god's name,
In war in which the dead are famed,
These heroes now that we have maimed,
I stand, I die, I flee, I'm shamed,
Fear not the end for heaven claims
Your souls which now murder hath stained,
These painted hearts which God has tamed,
To kill in His name.

I, am crucified in your god's name,
In war in which the dead are famed,
These heroes now that we have maimed,
I stand, I die, I flee, I'm shamed,
Fear not the end for heaven claims
Your souls which now murder hath stained,
These painted hearts which God has tamed,
To die or in the attempt be lamed,
And never question we're pawns in games,
It's fear I fear, fear to be shamed,
And to the bodies go heroes' names,
And you ask why I can't be tamed,
I lost my faith when I was aimed,
To kill in His name.

The Relaxation Song

The world: is people I abhor,
And places I adore,
Follow home grown law,
Unwind a little more.

For life: is great in small amounts,
But the trouble it amounts,
When every second counts,
Should give you cause for doubts
.
And now,
I am alone you see,
I am alone with me,
And never question truth.
I am alone again,
Alone until the end.

And time: won't hurt you - let it pass,
Relax, observe the grass,
Running forward too fast,
Will land you on your ass.

Sure death: is coming, but what ain't?
Sit awhile and watch the paint,
If the pressure makes you faint,
Escape it's evil taint.

And now,
I am alone you see,
I am alone with me,
And never question truth.
I am alone again,
Alone until the end.

Grow in a time when every life must have it's reason,
But I could cause me pain if I search to long.
What if your reason should go now out of season?
Sit down by me, forget all that is hard and all that's wrong.

Say love: could conquer me as well,
But I don't need that hell,
It can ring another’s bell,
Come sit with me a spell.

And now,
I am alone you see,
I am alone with me,
And never question truth.
I am alone again,
Alone until the end.

As the Tear Tears the Soul

Look inside the true world hidden faces of my mind,
Grow and learn from everything I see.
Blemishes and imperfections surely you will find.
But also find a freedom that is me.

And now, this vast real life must crumble.
And now, the lost must surely rise.
The innocent who bear this chain must stumble.
The fashions of the horde shall hypnotise,
Me.

Trap this infant on his day of birth.
Wrap him warm in time.
Take his life from him for what its worth.
Behold your life unfolds, shed a tear and tear his soul.

Forever those of weakened mind shall follow.
Forever, we are who we are or die.
Acceptance is a balm to heal the hollow.
But the price it asks will make you scream out why?
Me?

Trap this infant on his day of birth.
Wrap him warm in time.
Take his life from him for what its worth.
Behold your life unfolds, shed a tear and tear his soul.

Look inside the true world hidden faces of my mind,
Grow and learn from everything I see.
Blemishes and imperfections surely you will find.
But also find a freedom that is me.

Trap this infant on his day of birth.
Wrap him warm in time.
Take his life from him for what its worth.
Behold your life unfolds.
As the tear tears the soul!

The Days Before Tomorrow

Mist cold window on a silent street,
Shattered glass reflects the sun.
Blistered pillow is a sodden sheet,
Which bares the head of one so young.
On darkened hallways whisper silent feet,
Waking early from this grave.
Through sharpened shards of broken glass they creep,
To face the never ending days.

But can you see he's torn?
To face another dawn.

Are they gods that they could choose another life amid the blind?

An unseen half a world come out this day,
With empty hands they're pushed away.
An unclean path your blindness leads the way,
They search through borrowed hearts of clay.
And now as daylight comes from ruined door,
A boy in rags we see appear.
Toward this days fight to live once more,
A homeless child to disappear.

But can you see he's torn?
To face another dawn.

Are they gods that they could choose another life amid the blind?

In dusty room here stands this boy alone,
With broken bottle clenched in hand.
Must he presume to leave the world he's known?
His life is now in his own hands.
Now in through broken window through the door,
A ray of sunlight from the sky.
And into it he passes just before,
He turns and whispers us goodbye.

But can you see he's torn?
To face another dawn.

Are they gods that they could choose another life amid the blind?
Who rob them of their chance to lead their life with us in kind.