Sieben - Old Gods | Текст песни

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What do we wear but these worn ideas?
Dressed and dilute to allay our fears.
Cut to size, a truth cut to fit

What died on the cross? Not elemental Fire
What died on the cross? Not Rain; not Hail
What died on the cross? Not Ocean; not Tide
What died on the cross? Not our Old Gods of fire

What was bequeathed? What was born again?
And what rough beast slouches back to Bethlehem?
Culled into life; homogenised

What died on the cross? Not elemental Fire
What died on the cross? Not Rain; not Hail
What died on the cross? Not Ocean; not Tide
What died on the cross? Not the Old Gods of fire

What smoulders on, what phoenix to rise again?
Dragging pale flames from Gethsemane
Culled from Rites; nature ostracised

What died on the cross? Not elemental Fire
What died on the cross? Not Rain; not Hail
What died on the cross? Not Ocean; not Tide
What died on the cross? Not the Old Gods
What died on the cross? Not elemental Fire
What died on the cross? Not Rain, not Hail
What died on the cross? Not Ocean; not Tide
What died on the cross? Not the Old Gods on fire