Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Killing Gods , by - Misery Index. Song from the album The Killing Gods, in the genre Release date: 26.05.2014
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: English
The Killing Gods |
| Pawn of the undead, tell me |
| What drives the herd to the altar? |
| To sing, his songs |
| To kill in the name of the father? |
| As subjects, seraphic, so mesmerized |
| Who speaks, from the air |
| Through words in text-bound fiction? |
| Aeon, epochs… |
| What binds the flock to these illusions? |
| Unquestioned, apocryphal, arcanum… so obsolete |
| Penetrate the myth and artifice |
| Are we not still brothers, born from flesh alike? |
| Yet that burden’s on your back, handed down through time |
| Its coils grip firm, its forked tongue spits |
| The written word is law, there’s ʹno god but god,ʹ after all? |
| The names will change from one nation to the next |
| Yet one word joins them all — megalomaniacs |
| Minerva’s owl is dead, the zealot’s arrow struck |
| Spiral, spin, logic drifts, into the dusk |
| Breaking the bread, inquisitors arrive! |
| Anathema decreed |
| Duplicity, deceit |
| Off with their heads, they will say |
| Embodiment of faith |
| Riven in disgrace |
| Off with their heads, just the same |
| Merciful and kind |
| Holy and divine |
| Off with their heads, either way |
| Sanity and peace |
| Ever out of reach |
| Off with their heads, it’s too late |
| No maps point back from this place |
| When damnation calls, the confessor leads the way |
| Messengers of god |
| Cut their throats and praise in rapture |
| Mental malcontents |
| Spewing forth fairly tales |
| History is spent |
| Carving up minds of men |
| Sleepwalk through life |
| To caskets waiting, open wide |
| Dead axioms |
| Binds the past through broken hymns |