Chelsea Wolfe - Fight Like Gods lyrics

(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