Video Gods Of War I The Wrath Of Silence by Fireaxe Letras

Fireaxe - Gods Of War I The Wrath Of Silence Lyrics

Assur, I have failed you.
My mind is filled with darkness, I need to hear your voice.
What have I done I ask you, to make you turn your back?
On my knees I beg you, deliver me from this pain,
but your throne is empty, and my heart is aching,
and I’m burning in the wrath of silence.

So I call for the priests who tell me,
Assur is angry, Assur is angry with me.
And I call for the priests who tell me,
we must appease him, we must win his favor again.

When other gods get closer, Assur drifts farther away.
We’ve let his land fall into ruin and decay.
We will expand his kingdom. We will destroy his foes.
We shall cut out the very heart of Babylon.

Marduk stands in the center of town.
He is their will, he is their life.
I sacked the city and stole him away,
and left his children without a god.

I filled their minds with darkness. I took their will away.
On their knees they begged me to give them life again.
But I did not answer. I made them suffer like me.
Helpless, abandoned, praying with no answer,
and burning in the wrath of silence.

Assur, I have conquered for your glory, but still you let me burn.

So I call for the priests who tell me,
Assur is angry, Assur is angry with me.
And I call for the priests who tell me,
we must appease him, we must win his favor again.

I shall build a holy city, dedicated to Assur,
with Ziggurats so high that they will touch the clouds.
I shall build it across the river, far away from this empty place.
We will begin again. Assur shall return!

I sit alone in this temple, the greatest one ever built.
I watch the flames engulfing all that I can see.
Long ago it was simple, the gods spoke and we obeyed.
like my father, and his before, and back to Assur.
But now it’s all confused. One voice became many, then none.
Our unity is gone, my kingdom is broken apart.
And in my darkest hour, my greatest time of need,
my son comes to greet me, with a knife in my back!

That little shit! He makes me sick!
He’s always sucking at a woman’s tit!
He knows not of the art of war.
He cannot stand up on his own two feet.
The nobles hooked his feeble mind,
and made him do and say whatever they said.
Conspiracy and blasphemy,
they immolate their god.

Assur, I have failed you.

I deserve this.