Old Gods, Saints and Sinners Lyrics

Went to war with a box full of spirits

Met the old gods, the saints and the sinners

I was told, gates of gold

Had no clue to who my soul got sold. Amen

Reached the shore on the 4th of July

We're not trained but we're ready to die

Destiny, not for me

We're barely men, they call us infantry

Send your bastard sons and lie to them

Bring our boys back home in caskets and

Fetch your flowers, fold your flags

To cover up for all the body bags

Brothers and sisters, gather up front and repent for your sins

So search for your god in the snow

There's only one rule that I know, stay low

We split at the seams into fever dreams

The fire surrounds me, come down and collect me

This gospel will save me

Oh, I don't know from where the first bullet came

And where the last one will go

Went to war with a box full of spirits

Met the old gods, the saints and the sinners

I was told, gates of gold

Had no clue to who my sold got sold

I've been trying to leave here alive

But right now I don't care if I die

I resurrect all my lifeless believers

A savior, a soldier, messiah, a cult leader

Tear me open

Throw me upon the mud, the dirt, the earth

I am torn

Leave me broken

Ain't a trench that I haven't called home

We're born in dirt

We're raised in sin

I am the devil, burning within

So search for your god in the snow

There's only one rule that I know, stay low

We split at the seams into fever dreams

The fire surrounds me, come down and collect me

This gospel will kill me

Oh, I don't know from where the first bullet came

And where the last one will go

Send your bastard sons and lie to them

Bring our boys back home in caskets and

Fetch your flowers, fold your flags

To cover up for all the body bags