Pyre of Gods
New ideas to old tales,
Chains to hold, and don't rebel
Against the powerful and mighty illusion!
You won't see, cause you want believe
But the stairway isn't here,
All their gleams are sparks
Only darkness pretending they're light!
To the Impaler of death,
To the fathers of lies!
Creating rules for a perfect illusion!
Words of sheep dressed black
With messianic lies
Make them come out their lars
And make them pay for their crimes,
For their lies
Burns the Pyre of Gods!
Spreading disease and their odious ill
Using blood as an ancient trill
Worse than leeches, feeding from bloody goat corpse
You bow yourselves to an invisible man
Caught by the fear of a damned men
But time is running and there's
And there's nothing you can do about it
To the Impaler of death,
To the fathers of lies!
Creating rules for a perfect illusion!
Words of sheep dressed black
With messianic lies
Make them come out their lars
And make them pay for their crimes,
For their lies
Burns the Pyre of Gods!
Creating rules for a perfect illusion!
Words of sheep dressed black
With messianic lies
Make them come out their lars
And make them pay for their crimes,
For their lies
Burns the Pyre of Gods!
Chains to hold, and don't rebel
Against the powerful and mighty illusion!
You won't see, cause you want believe
But the stairway isn't here,
All their gleams are sparks
Only darkness pretending they're light!
To the Impaler of death,
To the fathers of lies!
Creating rules for a perfect illusion!
Words of sheep dressed black
With messianic lies
Make them come out their lars
And make them pay for their crimes,
For their lies
Burns the Pyre of Gods!
Spreading disease and their odious ill
Using blood as an ancient trill
Worse than leeches, feeding from bloody goat corpse
You bow yourselves to an invisible man
Caught by the fear of a damned men
But time is running and there's
And there's nothing you can do about it
To the Impaler of death,
To the fathers of lies!
Creating rules for a perfect illusion!
Words of sheep dressed black
With messianic lies
Make them come out their lars
And make them pay for their crimes,
For their lies
Burns the Pyre of Gods!
Creating rules for a perfect illusion!
Words of sheep dressed black
With messianic lies
Make them come out their lars
And make them pay for their crimes,
For their lies
Burns the Pyre of Gods!
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Monteiro, Heron Dos Santos Ribeiro, Matheus Rodrigues Da Victória, Raquel Rodrigues Da Victória, Vinícius Braz Lourenço Boza
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