The Best Of Enemies Lyrics

The Best Of Enemies lyrics

Oh instrument of God force -
Fed on ignorance and lies,
So blind and
narrow-minded
That you cannot compromise.
Even the most foolish
theif
Should know what he is taking -
Lest he find himself within
a
Cage of his own making.
The Ways of Wyrd are many and
Our path you
must decide,
For the secrets that you seek
Are all around you-
Use
your eyes.
The threads cannot be broken
That have brought you here to me
-
And bind two foes together
Like the best of enemies.

You gaze
upon me -
I can tell what you see,
A simple man -
With simple thoughts
andSimple needs.
Superstition -
Preying on a mind filled with
fear,
Opposition-
To all your 'enlightened' ideas.
Yet I will show you
more than
You can comprehend,
Beware delusion is a
Dangerous
friend.

Ask loaded questions seeking
Knowledge of a faith that
You
wish to pervert -
All our values,
With hidden meanings
You try
concealing your
Underlying wish to convert -
'heathen' souls,

To a
faith that will doubtless
Send our Gods to the grave -
Mistake you're
making overlooking
The fact that we might not want
To be
'saved'.

THE SORCERERS CREED:
Fear is an old friend of mine,
We
have met many times before.
(Drawn to these spirits like
Moths to a
flame-
When there is no risk then
There can be no gain).
Death is a
harsh fact of life
You cannot avoid or ignore.

The Life-force is as
strong in
You as it is strong in me,
The difference is what
you

Hold captive I set free.
You seek to subjugate allThose who won't
comply,
I'll take your prejudice and
Pride and show you why -
The
values that you hold so dear
(all your laws and rules),
They hold no more
sway hereThan the mutterings of fools.
Just look about you andI'm sure that
you will find -
Heaven lies within our hearts
And Hell is but a figment
of
Your mind.

These teachings that you deem so
Sacred bcome words
devoid of meaning,
When compared unto a faith that

Preaches something
worth believing.
What is to become of us when
Truth is turned to
lies,
Will none remain to wipe the tears
When Mother Nature
cries?

Proceed with caution -
Subservient to all you
survey,
Hidden dangers await us on
Each step of our way.
Do not falter
-
For if you do you will fall,
Prey unto perils far worse
Than you've
encountered before.
Compared unto the threats we face
Your devil seems so
mild,
A relic from the faerie-tales my
Mother told me as a
child.

Why do you carry your God
Like a weapon -
A dagger drawn
ready to strikeAt the heart of a foe when you
Don't really know the
reason
That you fight? -
To replace our disgrace with
The 'loving'
embrace of your Lord -
Can't you see that the plans
Made for me and my
people
To us seem absurd.

THE SORCERORS CREED:
Death is the only
recourse
I require in my hour of need.
(Drawn to the spirits
like
Moths to a flame -
When there is no risk then
There can be no
gain).

Impassive it shows no remorse
For folly and
greed.

Pre-emptive prejudice has
Dogmatised your life,
These
blinkered views that once
Held true will no longer suffice.
For in my
world there is no point
Where you can draw the line,
'twixt good and
evil,
Saint and sinner,
Damnate and divine.
Shaven-headed servant ofAn
infantile faith -
By what right do you presume
To come and take my
place?
If there is one grain of truthAmidst your hoard of lies,
'tis
"Love your neighbour as yourself"

With this alone I
can abide.

These teachings that you deem so
Sacred bcome words devoid
of meaning,
When compared unto a faith that
Preaches something worth
believing.
What is to become of us when
Truth is turned to lies,
Will
none remain to wipe the tears
When Mother Nature cries?

THE WAY OF
THE WARRIOR
When living your lifeLike an arrow in flight
You must always
accept that
The end is in sight,
Be gtateful at least for the
fact
That you knew you came to death -

He did not come for
you.
You are like targetsWho sit and await -
Patiently sufferThe arrows
of fate,
Saying "I am but mortal
And destined to die -
I can
change nothing
So why should I try?"
Each morning you wake is
an
'ember day' dawning,
Your penance for living in
Permanent
mourning.
By erst while ideals your
Hearts are enslaved,
You crawl out
of the cradle
Straight into the grave.
What reward is a banquet
Of red
wine and bread,
When you hunger for life -

But on death you are
fed?

Do not underestimateThe task you undertake,
Overcome your hopes
and fears
And meet them face to fate.
These spirits aren't your enemies
-
But neither are they friends,
Do not dare insult them lest
All
nature you offend.
They who were here before us
Will remain when we have
gone,
And though we're long forgotten
Still their memory will live
on.
Perhaps one day mankind will see
The error of it's ways,
And in
it's future glimpse
Reflections of our yesterdays.

Drawn to these
spirits like
Moths to a flame -
When there is no risk
Then there can
be no gain.