Gods of Pain

(Karlo Čavlović)

A song about a world ruled by fear, false and insane kings and rulers, where pain is the only way things can get done.

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So many lies
Hidden under masks
Can't they hear the cries
Of this holy land

Chase away the spies
Living in your head
You can criticize
But you'll end up dead

So raise your hands to the sky and...

Pray to the gods of pain
All the kings have gone insane
We pray that they show the way
I don't wanna die today

Pray 'till our shackles fade
'till the blood is washed by rain
Pray they don't dig your grave
Hail to the gods of pain

Cut through the ties
Put 'em to the test
Make the monsters cry
Erase them from your head

Feel the moment rise
Like a fighter jet
We'll take to the skies
And fill the air with led

So raise your hands to the sky and...

Pray to the gods of pain
All the kings have gone insane
We pray that they show the way
I don't wanna die today

Pray 'till our shackles fade
'till the blood is washed by rain
Pray they don't dig your grave
Hail to the gods of pain

We'll burn our way
To golden castles
Sharpened blades wait
For the bastards

Pray to the gods of pain
All the kings have gone insane
We pray that they show the way
I don't wanna die today

Pray 'till our shackles fade
'till the blood is washed by rain
Pray they don't dig your grave
Hail to the gods of pain
© Karlo Čavlović 2021