Ancient Gods -

Black, clurtain, shining spots

Stars, fading, where they came from

There’s a door with the lights shut

Carved in stone by the Ancient Lord

We were modeled with their hands

By this giants with animal heads

We were made at their image

And we took the knowledge from them

Ten thousand years ago

Burning skin in the desert

Behold the place for the tombs

And make the gods proud

A new sacrifice, running blood down the river

Pure heart devoured, to reach their glory

(There's a hole in the door with no lock)

Gods, exile, to the graveyard

Blood, water, brand new start

They call themselves new gods

The say they’re glory

But their savior is just a man

Telling stories

Don’t trust the ancient gods

Don’t trust the new ones

Don’t trust the ancient gods

Don’t trust the new ones