Old Gods, Saints and Sinners

Went to war with a box full of spirits
Met the old gods, the saints and the sinners
I was told, gates of gold
Had no clue to who my soul got sold. Amen

Reached the shore on the 4th of July
We're not trained but we're ready to die
Destiny, not for me
We're barely men, they call us infantry

Send your bastard sons and lie to them
Bring our boys back home in caskets and
Fetch your flowers, fold your flags
To cover up for all the body bags

Brothers and sisters, gather up front and repent for your sins

So search for your god in the snow
There's only one rule that I know, stay low
We split at the seams into fever dreams
The fire surrounds me, come down and collect me
This gospel will save me
Oh, I don't know from where the first bullet came
And where the last one will go

Went to war with a box full of spirits
Met the old gods, the saints and the sinners
I was told, gates of gold
Had no clue to who my soul got sold

I've been trying to leave here alive
But right now I don't care if I die
I resurrect all my lifeless believers
A savior, a soldier, messiah, a cult leader

Tear me open
Throw me upon the mud, the dirt, the earth
I am torn
Leave me broken
Ain't a trench that I haven't called home
We're born in dirt
We're raised in sin
I am the devil, burning within

So search for your god in the snow
There's only one rule that I know, stay low
We split at the seams into fever dreams
The fire surrounds me, come down and collect me
This gospel will kill me
Oh, I don't know from where the first bullet came
And where the last one will go

Send your bastard sons and lie to them
Bring our boys back home in caskets and
Fetch your flowers, fold your flags
To cover up for all the body bags