Pray Your Gods

I will give the secrets you request
 And you will be the one to sacrifice
 
 So lay your olive arms upon my breast
 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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 Dona nobis pacem