The Best Of Enemies - Live in East Berlin, 1989 歌词

歌曲	The Best Of Enemies - Live in East Berlin, 1989
歌手	Sabbat
专辑	Dreamweaver
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	作曲 : Jones, Sneap, Walkyier
	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 and
	Simple 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 all
	Those 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 here
	Than the mutterings of fools.
	Just look about you and
	I'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 strike
	At 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 of
	An infantile faith -
	By what right do you presume
	To come and take my place?
	If there is one grain of truth
	Amidst 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 life
	Like 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 targets
	Who sit and await -
	Patiently suffer
	The 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 underestimate
	The 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.

	zuo qu : Jones, Sneap, Walkyier
	Oh instrument of God force
	Fed on ignorance and lies,
	So blind and narrowminded
	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 and
	Simple 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 Lifeforce 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 all
	Those 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 here
	Than the mutterings of fools.
	Just look about you and
	I' 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 faerietales my
	Mother told me as a child.
	Why do you carry your God
	Like a weapon
	A dagger drawn ready to strike
	At 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.
	Preemptive 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.
	Shavenheaded servant of
	An infantile faith
	By what right do you presume
	To come and take my place?
	If there is one grain of truth
	Amidst 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 life
	Like 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 targets
	Who sit and await
	Patiently suffer
	The 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 underestimate
	The 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.

	zuò qǔ : Jones, Sneap, Walkyier
	Oh instrument of God force
	Fed on ignorance and lies,
	So blind and narrowminded
	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 and
	Simple 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 Lifeforce 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 all
	Those 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 here
	Than the mutterings of fools.
	Just look about you and
	I' 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 faerietales my
	Mother told me as a child.
	Why do you carry your God
	Like a weapon
	A dagger drawn ready to strike
	At 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.
	Preemptive 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.
	Shavenheaded servant of
	An infantile faith
	By what right do you presume
	To come and take my place?
	If there is one grain of truth
	Amidst 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 life
	Like 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 targets
	Who sit and await
	Patiently suffer
	The 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 underestimate
	The 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.

The Best Of Enemies - Live in East Berlin, 1989 歌词

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