Pray Your Gods (album version) - album version Lyrics
| Song | Pray Your Gods (album version) - album version |
| Artist | Toad the Wet Sprocket |
| Album | fear |
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| 作词 : Toad the Wet Sprocket | |
| i will give the secrets you request | |
| And you will be the one to sacrifice | |
| So lay your olive arms upon my breast | |
| And sing the poems, free the butterflies | |
| Pray your gods who ask you for your blood | |
| For they are strong and angry jealous ones | |
| Or lay upon my altar now your love | |
| I fear my time is short | |
| There are armies moving close | |
| Be quick, my love | |
| I feel my body weakened by the years | |
| As people turn to gods of cruel design | |
| Is it that they fear the pain of death | |
| Or could it be they fear the joy of life | |
| Pray your gods who hold you by your fear | |
| For they are quick and ruthless punishers | |
| Or lay upon my altar now your love | |
| I fear my day is done | |
| There are armies moving on | |
| Be quick, my love |
| zuo ci : Toad the Wet Sprocket | |
| i will give the secrets you request | |
| And you will be the one to sacrifice | |
| So lay your olive arms upon my breast | |
| And sing the poems, free the butterflies | |
| Pray your gods who ask you for your blood | |
| For they are strong and angry jealous ones | |
| Or lay upon my altar now your love | |
| I fear my time is short | |
| There are armies moving close | |
| Be quick, my love | |
| I feel my body weakened by the years | |
| As people turn to gods of cruel design | |
| Is it that they fear the pain of death | |
| Or could it be they fear the joy of life | |
| Pray your gods who hold you by your fear | |
| For they are quick and ruthless punishers | |
| Or lay upon my altar now your love | |
| I fear my day is done | |
| There are armies moving on | |
| Be quick, my love |
| zuò cí : Toad the Wet Sprocket | |
| i will give the secrets you request | |
| And you will be the one to sacrifice | |
| So lay your olive arms upon my breast | |
| And sing the poems, free the butterflies | |
| Pray your gods who ask you for your blood | |
| For they are strong and angry jealous ones | |
| Or lay upon my altar now your love | |
| I fear my time is short | |
| There are armies moving close | |
| Be quick, my love | |
| I feel my body weakened by the years | |
| As people turn to gods of cruel design | |
| Is it that they fear the pain of death | |
| Or could it be they fear the joy of life | |
| Pray your gods who hold you by your fear | |
| For they are quick and ruthless punishers | |
| Or lay upon my altar now your love | |
| I fear my day is done | |
| There are armies moving on | |
| Be quick, my love |
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