Young Gods of Na Sionna

I put my body on the sleepers There was a stranger in my blood Let's turn the cameras into mirrors I see the loneliness in her eyes In her eyes I know the wheels are turning inside your mind Your foreign chains are breaking, I'm not your kind No winter winds blow out of the golden vale Oh brothers I'm not lost, but I came That way Sometimes she eats her young They don't wash away the blood You know I didn't think that, I didn't think of anything I though of love And I thought enough For these young gods For these young gods For these young gods, for these young gods Of Na Sionna I put my body on the river There was a stranger in my blood I know that you cannot deliver Me from the lords and judging eyes From her eyes The southern coast line is a working class grave The cerese ocean pillars of heaven shake With all the horses dancing out in the fires And all the swans are living in lies In her lies Sometimes she eats her young They don't wash away the blood You know I didn't think that, I didn't think of anything I though of love And I thought enough For these young gods For these young gods For these young gods, for these young gods Get friends Get love Get suicide Get trust Get friends Get love Get suicide Get trust For these young gods For these young gods For these young gods For these young gods, for these young gods Of Na Sionna