THE GODS OF MEN

THE GODS OF MEN

Will there ever be a time for us?
The odds are stacking as the hour draws late
We find ourselves within the fire again
Reduced to rubble and a furious fate

Instead of “brother”, they say “enemy”
And still my blood will run as red as yours
Long as I’m living, I will ne’er be free
Seems like the only crime was being born

CHORUS

The gods of men will have blood on their hands
The gods of men will have blood on their hands…

They have denied us of our dignity
And call us heathens for the way we live
We cling to last shreds of humanity
And wonder how much we have left to give

And still the silence is deafening
From those that feign outrage and claim to care
No efforts made to offer rescuing
I beg you, can you really call this fair?

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Will the light return?
Will the nightmares end?
Will we live to see another day dawn?

Will our names be known?
Will our children grow?
Will mercy show its hand before we’re gone?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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