Idols

I won't bow to your golden calf
I won't pray to your digital baal
And I won't walk your narrow path
I will not heed your prophet's call

Battle drums are falling
The holy war is almost dawning
We missed the chance to douse the fire
And throw our idols on the pyre

Across the nation you will sing
Praise and glory to your chosen king
Your Foley lost between the rhyme
The game you're playing is as old as time

Battle drums are falling
The holy war is almost dawning
We missed the chance to douse the fire
And throw our idols on the pyre

Burn the heretic, torch the deceiver
Cast out apostates and all non-believers

Legions are marching, the mindless begin their journey
Cities are burning, every street consumed by fire
Chaos emerging, infernos stoked by sacred liars
Punch me if I'm dreaming, I never thought I'd see the fall of Rome

You searched for gods, and came up short
You turned your face and crowned a demon

Battle drums are falling
The holy war is almost dawning
We missed the chance to douse the fire
And throw our idols on the pyre



Credits
Writer(s): James Wilkinson
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