Chelsea Wolfe and King Dude Fight Like Gods Lyrics Chelsea Wolfe And King Dude lyrics

What happens when the dream is better than the waking?
What happens when we don't dread our own body breaking?
From our bed I can see the dark clouds start to seeth right above us
And my stare is hard and my grip on the knife tightens

Let he, the only one from which we drink the water
Help us forget when we drink and feel the strength of the moment
We were never meant to be such vessels of physical form
May our bodies come to know the true feelings of the spirit of fire

Holy, holy,
Thy love, thy love, thy love, thy love

My love, my love, my love, my love
Thy love, thy love, thy love, thy love

You doubt and you're desperate, you wear both your cross and your hammer
Such beautiful dreams of violence, in them your tongue is made of silver
But we don't fight like animals, we fight like men
No, we don't fight like men, we fight like gods
No, we don't fight like animals, we fight like men
No, we don't fight like men, we fight like gods.