(Ooh, ayy, ooh, ayy, ooh, hey, ooh, ayy)
What happens when the dream, is better than the waking?
What happens when we don’t dread our own body breaking?
From our bed, we can see the dark clouds
Start to seethe right above us
And my stare is hard and my grip on the knife tightens
(Ooh, ayy, ooh, ayy)
Lethe, 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 fillings of the spirit of fire
(Ooh, ayy, ooh, ayy)
Thy love, thy love, thy love, thy love
My love, my love, my love, my love
Thy love, thy love, thy love, thy love, my
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
(Ooh, ooh)
No, we don’t fight like animals, we fight like men
No, we don’t fight like men, we fight like gods
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Chelsea Wolfe Lyrics – Fight Like Gods