1.Undead Son
Lyricist：Lou Reed
I hear, I speak, counted the words all of my life
I see, I dream, if world's a womb, I'd be the knife
I run, I flee, your fingers just won't leave my head
I hear you speak for those I left for dead
I hear, I speak, the tongues are forked, the ears distort
I see, I dream, your world's a horde against my fort
I run, I flee, the vermin stalk within my walls
I hear them speak, their dirt within my halls
Mother help your undead son
Let go of your undead son
Mother help your undead son
Let me go, undead son, oh
I walk, I'm dead, I'm slowly eaten from inside
I walk this walk, been walking since I died
Mother help your undead son
Let go of your undead son
Mother help your undead son
Let me go, undead son
Undead son
Mother help your undead son
Let go of your undead son
Mother help your undead son
Let me go, undead son
Mother help your undead son
Mother help your undead son
Let go of your undead son
Mother help your undead son
Mother help your undead son
Undead son, undead son, undead son
Mother help your undead son
2.Pyre Of Gods
On the legs of lightning,
The storm rears in defeat
Rising in vain once more with the sea.
Grey hand's reaching, cold under the swell.
Withered in the forge of our unbelief.
All gods breed, all gods die, all gods will pay.
We'll exorcise all these fathers of lies.
Burned holes for eyes behold the pyre of gods.
Uncrusades, heretics to all faith.
No slavery beyond death!
Every idol will feel our scourge
They can't hold us in this life.
All gods breed, all gods die, all gods will pay.
We'll exorcise all these fathers of lies.
Burned holes for eyes behold the pyre of gods.
The ransom of your soul must be paid for your dead
The way out for us all： We'll take the jailer's head.
All gods want, all gods need. Their sacrifices must bleed.
All gods breed, all gods die, all gods will pay.
We'll exorcise all of these fathers of lies.
Burned holes for eyes behold the pyre of gods.
3.Of Time And Dust
There's only one we've all fought for
Give us your grace
We're the eager sons of you bear and eat
With skies on your face
In all the flesh the craving lives for the embrace
Of our cruel mother, the dark queen of our short days
The heart of flame, the skin of snow,
The cloak of air to kindle our lust.
The womb of seas, the bosom of stones
The cradle of earth will kiss your bones to dust
When the earth has gone, will we be adopted by strange stars？
The love won't die, neither will war
And we find no rest apart
The heart of flame, the skin of snow,
The cloak of air to kindle our lust.
The womb of seas, the bosom of stones
The cradle of earth will kiss your bones to dust
Timeless the burning, the anger of suns.
Endlessly turning what never has begun.
4.I Rule
I was crowned a king in a womb
Tore my mother apart at birth
Gnawed at my father's bones
Then gave them to the earth
Bowels of a grave turned loose
Spat out the one the reaper could'nt use
I rule!
I crawled into the moonlight
The sky fixed me with it's stare
Filled me with razorteeth
And covered me in hair
Did you ever think that the stink of the flesh I suck, would be
you, sad fuck
I rule!
The holy insult at the face of all divine
Purity of damnation is mine
There's a place that I must find
In order to explode
The hell pales beside me
As I spill my load
Bowels of a grave turned loose
Spat out the one the reaper couldn't use
Time to burn the inhuman torch
Rip and slash, impale and scorch
I rule!
5.From The Shadows
Prayer ain't no key
Words aligned to make a puzzle of mind
Never meant to make you free
Prayer, insanity
You compete for the never complete
And it just won't make you see
Pick your god from the lot, choose your stimulations
More down there where they came from
Drunken revelations
From the shadows of time
The dead are singing their lies
Their dirt is in your eyes
No one who believes dies
From the shadows of stones
Laughter of their rattling bones
Their dirt will cover your eyes
No one who believes dies
Prayer, masked devilry
Under the yoke of a cosmic joke
And you just can't let it be
Pick your god from the lot, choose your stimulations.
More down there where they came from,
Drunken revelations
From the shadows of time
The dead are singing their lies
Their dirt is in your eyes
No one who believes dies
From the shadows of stones
Laughter of their rattling bones
Their dirt will cover your eyes
No one who believes dies
6.Follow The Blind
Lyricist：Edward B. Kessel, Sandy Linzer
Hear the mad dogs barking with the voice of men
Bodies thrown to the rocks, broken, then alive again
Hear the rats, are laughing with the voice of one
They're all in heaven, delivered by our guns
With the multitudes we feed the grinder
The jaws are closing and the blades will find ya
We need no Gods of war, petty excuses, no more
Just what we always wanted
The blood of our kind
Blind follow the blind
Follow the blind
Hear the possessed screaming with the voice of doom
The sun goes nova, the earth goes ka-boom
Take a flight from Trinity to Novaja Zemlya
The pyre is blazing and the flames will find ya
We need no Gods of war, petty excuses, no more
Just what we always wanted
The blood of our kind
Blind follow the blind
Hear the stones, they're sighing with the voice of the dead
Who lie below them with the worms they've fed
And when all that's living is shattered by thunder
We'll raise the dead, you, your soul will find ya
There ain't no noble cause, just mindless applause
The whetting stones whine on, stroking blades 'til dawn
We need no Gods of war, petty excuses, no more
Just what we always wanted
The blood of our kind
Blind follow the blind
Follow the blind, follow the blind
Follow the blind, follow the blind
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