I will give the secrets you request / And you will be the one to sacrifice / So lay your olive arms across 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 rule 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

// Toad the Wet Sprocket, "Pray Your Gods"