Tuesday Tunes : “Tribes” by Venom
Venom is a Black Metal band (They coined the phrase themselves) from the later 70’s and early 80’s that seem to all hate each other. There are only 3 members, “Cronos (bass and vocals), Abaddon (drums) and Mantas (Guitar) but there have been a lot of versions of the band with members replaced.
The Venom 1991 Album, Temples of Ice is missing Cronos, and has “Demolition Man” in his place. His voice is a little similar. So if you haven’t guessed, Tribes is about Nightbreed. It even opens with the desk clerk at the Sweetgrass Inn saying “Oh Shit!” as she drops her pastry on the floor.
Lyrics
Oh, shit
Memories fresh within my head, blood is fresh but you are dead
Cross into the freak’s domain, see your fear, feel your pain
The prophesy has now begun, you cannot hide, you cannot run
Leave you bleeding at my feet, you are natural, you are meat
Tribes, below the graves
Breed, refuge by day
Tribes, their home beneath
Breed, their own belief
Tribes, below the graves
Breed, refuge by day
Tribes, their home beneath
Breed, alive but deceased
Blessed with the gift of flight, changing shape and unseen sight
Knowing why and knowing when gifted with the dreams of men
Out of sight and out of mind, leave our world, you’re not our kind
What he fears, he can’t enjoy, what man envies, he destroys
Tribes, below the graves
Breed, refuge by day
Tribes, their home beneath
Breed, their own belief
Tribes, below the graves
Breed, refuge by day
Tribes, their home beneath
Breed, alive but deceased
Death by fire, death by gun
Death by knife, death by sun
Leave the garden of your torment
Through the gates that hold your fear
Monsters, freaks, the cursed, the gifted
Day is gone, the night is here
Tribes, below the graves
Breed, refuge by day
Tribes, their home beneath
Breed, alive but deceased
Born apart, they crave the same, living in their unreal pain
Prejudice, deeper than creed, the reason for this hate is breed
Not unholy but alone, just for this we burn their home
Banished from the world of men, man, beware, they’ll rise again
Tribes, below the graves
Breed, refuge by day
Tribes, their home beneath
Breed, alive but deceased
Tribes, tribes, their home beneath
Tribes
