Wicked Gods

In a war of many worlds, torn apart With betrayers and false faith in every heart Bound by the chains of holy words And no sign of a salvation heard The gods of the weaving desires With threads of bloody magic, they conspire The throne between worlds, they play to win With the lives and deaths of men, their horrible sin A world made by the gods' desires Is now a battlefield, filled with blood and mires And the gods are no longer divine They've abandoned the people, and left them behind The gods of the weaving desires With threads of bloody magic, they conspire The throne between worlds, they play to win With the lives and deaths of men, their horrible sin The war of men has no end Only hope remains, as a true friend Held by the lips, hands and eyes The crushing embrace of a deity, they can't disguise The gods of the weaving desires With threads of bloody magic, they conspire The throne between worlds, they play to win With the lives and deaths of men, their horrible sin A chain of pain and love, holiness and sin No longer mortal, priest or divine Prayers, blood, and spells Hope and holy gifts, through the ages, they tell The gods of the weaving desires With threads of bloody magic, they conspire The throne between worlds, they play to win With the lives and deaths of men, their horrible sin Beneath the shadows of the sacred spire Whispers linger of forbidden fire Echoes of saints and sinners blend In twilight's grip, where worlds ascend As ancient gods their secrets keep We rise from ashes, shadows deep Bound by fate and mystic ties In the night where true hope lies