Buzzard - Doom Folk - 02 Gods of Death

Gods of Death In the halls of Valhalla in the sky The food runs out, the casks of wine go dry. Driven mad, the warriors clash Consuming one another’s flesh. On the River Styx, Charon rows across To ferry souls down to Hades lost, Where they find no relief Rending hair and gnashing teeth. The heavens sigh, the heavens sigh, Empty inside, For even the gods of death must die. In Bethlehem the kings got mad About the savior Mary never had. All their gifts were wasted On a creature born of lust and hatred. The heavens sigh, the heavens sigh, Empty inside, For even the gods of death must die. Oh, oh the gods of death must die. Oh, oh, oh the gods of death. At the Vatican, me I got pissed At the God I know does not exist. For all our seven billion hells There’s none to blame but ourselves. The heavens sigh, the heavens sigh, Empty inside, For even the gods of death must die. Oh, oh the gods of death must die. Oh, oh, oh the gods of death.