| Song | Tyranny of the Inevitable |
| Artist | Deströyer 666 |
| Album | Unchain the Wolves |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |