Sadist - Tribe

Sadist -- Tribe (Tribe 1996) /Progressive Death Metal/ [Italy] Treachery's years Years of obscure death Here comes the man that brings Unknown disease, hate & deceit And noone 's the owner Of his own life anymore One life? It's war! One man, his war This scalp is for my fathers And this is for my tortured wife This one is for my lost sons Is this the way we are? Time to count blows and blows You don't deserve to deal with me ...wichasa! No reason to smile My legs, my sight, my brain, my hands These are my only friends My body smiles inside itself I known who my enemies are Now running is forbidden My hunting has taken another Bloody way... Treachery! No, no more This is...my death's singing This will...make your blood Freeze No fear..this is the only way! See! Here...locked in your cage There is no way to deal with you... Another flight, other deceptions Other flights, resignation (Now) all that's left Are crumbs of hope Blown away by your icy scorn