Darkwood - One-Eyed God lyrics
[Darkwood - One-Eyed God lyrics]
How do we know that we
Are the superior beings?
Who ever told us that we must be king?
Why do we know that we are the only chosen?
Who ever erased this book may join the ring?
In spite of season in spite of treason
We stand against this ruthless world
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
All washed away by the final flood
See all the fools christen blood
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
Shall the meek inherit thе earth who
Believе they are the master
Of all animals, all trees, all flowers, all
Panning up, felling black and mutated
Bleeding to death, exploited
And burning down despite of season
Despite of reason
We have to take away their crown
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
All washed away by the final flood
See all the fools christen blood
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
Amidst the shadows of trees
We sharpen our weapons
In the shadows of mountains
We improve our skills
The knowledge of our fathers are
Spread by roots and tradition
The lute, the drum
And the pipe around the fire will tell
What we hum
What we ourself will feed our children
Our women with braided hair
Will guide our way
Do not dare to cross our path
You slave of splendor
As you sow, shall you read
You master of the stake in spite of season
And for our reason
We have to fight this ruthless world
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
All washed away by the final flood
See all the fools christen blood
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
All washed away by the final flood
See all the fools christen blood
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
Are the superior beings?
Who ever told us that we must be king?
Why do we know that we are the only chosen?
Who ever erased this book may join the ring?
In spite of season in spite of treason
We stand against this ruthless world
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
All washed away by the final flood
See all the fools christen blood
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
Shall the meek inherit thе earth who
Believе they are the master
Of all animals, all trees, all flowers, all
Panning up, felling black and mutated
Bleeding to death, exploited
And burning down despite of season
Despite of reason
We have to take away their crown
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
All washed away by the final flood
See all the fools christen blood
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
Amidst the shadows of trees
We sharpen our weapons
In the shadows of mountains
We improve our skills
The knowledge of our fathers are
Spread by roots and tradition
The lute, the drum
And the pipe around the fire will tell
What we hum
What we ourself will feed our children
Our women with braided hair
Will guide our way
Do not dare to cross our path
You slave of splendor
As you sow, shall you read
You master of the stake in spite of season
And for our reason
We have to fight this ruthless world
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
All washed away by the final flood
See all the fools christen blood
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
All wiped away by the one-eyed God
All washed away by the final flood
See all the fools christen blood
All wiped away by the one-eyed God