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The Servant Of Pain I - Food For The Gods

Fireaxe

One god calls for genocide.
One god promises paradise.
One god turns his back, demanding of a sacrifice.
One god screams a battle cry.
One god pleads that none should die.
And all demand obedience.
And they’re always at war.
We are enslaved to a world in flames.
We tremble in fear and kill in their names.
We bow to their will as they promise us glory.
We go to our graves lifting them up to the sky.

We are food for the gods.

Block it out!

But the war outside is now inside,
the gods are fighting to take hold of my mind.
The battlefield burns as their armies collide
and the chaos and madness won’t relent till I die.
Every god demanding I worship them alone,
submission my salvation, I must atone.
When I destroy their rivals my suffering will cease,
and everyone will live forever in peace.

What a dream. What a lie!
As long as one god lives, it will demand that we fight.






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