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 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'll hold you by your fear For they are quick and ruthless punishers Or lay upon my altar now your love Fear my day is done There are armies moving on Be quick, my love