Gцtterdдmmerung (Twilight Of The Gods)
- Ancient Rites (2003)You are listening to the song Gцtterdдmmerung (Twilight Of The Gods) by Ancient Rites, in album And the Hordes Stood as One. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Wir sind Götter (We are gods)
Gott ist der Mensch (god is man)
Sein ist die Hand die schaft (his is the hand that makes)
Sein ist die Hand die verletzt (his is the hand that wounds)
Götterdämmerung!
We are gods, God is man
His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds!
As I behold your crucified lord
It is pity I feel not a sign of purification
And yet it are millions taught by his word.
Die Götterdämmerung ist hier!
(the twilight has come)
Die Götterdämmerung ist hier!
A universal message of love
Lessons for the world to be clear
But I sense megalomania in his word
Dogmatic, based on fear.
Die Götterdämmerung ist hier!
Die Götterdämmerung ist hier!
Like the word taught in that other book
By some other prophet born in the East
Screaming ‘jihad!!' Lifes they took
On the non believers corpses they feast.
Not that Jahweh offered the other cheek
As he so firmly told his followers to do
Too many sacrifices in His name
Far too many lies not to look through.
And here I stand alone in the night
No god or master above me
Do I suffer from this lack of divinity.
Faith, my dear friend, can be splendid indeed
A force to hold on when the feeble soul bleeds
Religion served to the masses
Might be a dangerous seed
Forced down your throat
The last thing a free man needs.
I walk a lonely path
Am I so blind to see?
At least I can say my soul is free
And my only god is me.
We are gods, God is man
His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds!
We are gods, God is man
His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds!
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