Chariots
Ride your horse, and pierce your rivals straight to their chests.
Hit them, smack them in the face and chop their arms off.
Everybody loves it, everybody comes to pay for it.
Slit their throat with your sword and say the words
Don't make them believe in their gods,
they're just an imagination.
Say your prayer oh my fighter.
They just wanna see your honor.
Say your prayer oh my daughter.
They just wanna see him suffer.
Don't be afraid because you won't die alone
Every minutes feels like forever.
And when you won this game
they will reward you with a crown of thorns.
Take your bow, snipe your rivals straight to the eyes
Charge your arrow and release it again.
And when you won this game
they will reward you with a crown of thorns.
Amuse the king with wine on his tyranny hands.
He's laying down on his bed
And watching them from above.
His consorts, his wifes and everyone he knows
They don't even care about the path they chose.
So tighten your bracer
Sharpen your sword.
Bash 'em with your shield straight to their head.
Crown of thorns, the Holy Spirit,
the Father and the Son will guide you.
Crown of thorns, the Holy Spirit,
the Father and the Son will guide you.
Hit them, smack them in the face and chop their arms off.
Everybody loves it, everybody comes to pay for it.
Slit their throat with your sword and say the words
Don't make them believe in their gods,
they're just an imagination.
Say your prayer oh my fighter.
They just wanna see your honor.
Say your prayer oh my daughter.
They just wanna see him suffer.
Don't be afraid because you won't die alone
Every minutes feels like forever.
And when you won this game
they will reward you with a crown of thorns.
Take your bow, snipe your rivals straight to the eyes
Charge your arrow and release it again.
And when you won this game
they will reward you with a crown of thorns.
Amuse the king with wine on his tyranny hands.
He's laying down on his bed
And watching them from above.
His consorts, his wifes and everyone he knows
They don't even care about the path they chose.
So tighten your bracer
Sharpen your sword.
Bash 'em with your shield straight to their head.
Crown of thorns, the Holy Spirit,
the Father and the Son will guide you.
Crown of thorns, the Holy Spirit,
the Father and the Son will guide you.
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Writer(s): Desmond Gabriel Hansen
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