The Gods Of Love

(albüm: The Book Of Fire - 2020)

You are blithe and happy
And you are blind and fond
And you've got butterflies in your stomach
You feel cute and pleasing
And you feel desirable
And you dance all night
But you will pay back

We are the hurt
We are the sorrow
We are the rain and pain in your heart
We are the sores
We are the misery
We are, we are the gods of love

We are the lie
We are the ruin
We are the tear and fear in your heart
We are the doom
We are indignity
We are, we are the gods of love

You are rash and cocky
And you give a high clear laugh
And you've got butterflies in your stomach
You're hit by cupid's arrow
But your bliss ain't made to last
We will ensure you suffer shipwreck

We are the hurt
We are the sorrow
We are the rain and pain in your heart
We are the sores
We are the misery
We are, we are the gods of love

We are the lie
We are the ruin
We are the tear and fear in your heart
We are the doom
We are indignity
We are, we are the gods of love