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7TH SON LYRICS
"7th Son" (2006 Demo)
1. Tension for Dissention
2. Force Fed up
3. Shout with a Fist
1. Tension for Dissention
Pre-----tenders 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 dissention builds to birth iconoclast
BREAK THROUGH!
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 BREAK THROUGH
Transcend the trend, it tends to descend
Glass gods relent, we'll 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 'til we no more pre-
TEND...to...dissent
tend...to...descend
Throw down!
Blood has been shed, bled into one dead sound
We...will...WE WILL...
Transcend the trend, it tends to descend
Glass gods relent, WE'LL BREAK BEFORE WE BEND!!!!!!!!!!
SOLOS
Chris- 4:34
Mike- 5:39
Chris- 6:02
C/M- 6:12
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've had enough
Time's 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
HUNH!!!
SOLOS
Chris-3:23
Mike-3:53
Chris-4:14
Mike-4:17
Chris-4:25 (to the end!)
3. Shout with a Fist
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