Chelsea Wolfe - Fight Like Gods lyrics

rate me

What happens when the dream is better than the waking?

What happens when we don’t dread our own body breaking?

From our bed I can see the dark clouds start to seeth right above us

And my stare is hard and my grip on the knife tightens

Let he, the only one from which we drink the water

Help us forget when we drink and feel the strength of the moment

We were never meant to be such vessels of physical form

May our bodies come to know the true feelings of the spirit of fire

Holy, holy,

Thy love, thy love, thy love, thy love

My love, my love, my love, my love

Thy love, thy love, thy love, thy love

You doubt and you’re desperate, you wear both your cross and your hammer

Such beautiful dreams of violence, in them your tongue is made of silver

But we don’t fight like animals, we fight like men

No, we don’t fight like men, we fight like gods

No, we don’t fight like animals, we fight like men

No, we don’t fight like men, we fight like gods.