Tyranny Of The Inevitable

I remember just last night

We drunk and we fucked whores

And I remember some prayed to their gods

For they knew that tomorrow we marched into Hell

"Death you have followed me, followed me all these years

Kept the noose about my neck and prayed upon my fears"

Then came the flames

A man of the cloth came to pray for me

Telling me tales of salvation

To curse my death with morality

And tell his lies of redemption

But our spirit dies in mothers tears

And in our brothers heart

And maybe women will tell tales of our lust

As we fall into blood and dust

Who'll stand at the edge of my grave

Who'll weather the storm

Who'll stand at the edge of my grave

Who'll weather this storm

I stand alone

I stand alone

Death is a curse that has followed me

Death is a curse that has followed me…

The tyranny of the inevitable

Stands upon us like the cross on our graves

A curse of the living on death

Not something to fear but transgress

For whom the bell tolls indeed

The bells toll for me

Then came the flames

Now I've come to see it's not real

In a world where beliefs are diseased

Now I see clearly the sky above

And I can't see your God and your alone

For whom the bells toll indeed

The bells toll for me

For whom the bells toll indeed

The bells toll for me