House of the God of War

Okay, I might be full of hatred, but I ain't no god of war
I'll pack my bags when I can't take it anymore
Let them come, let their towers rise
Let them choke our streets, let them block out our skies
And I will be so far away, I'll go looking for some greener home
I'll dig a deep dark dreadful hole
And I will throw my memories away
And never will I ever come to visit their grave

I was the young adventurer that found a secret land
I made a map of it on the back of my hand
And the days were long and made of gold
The nights held secrets never to be told
Now the sun doesn't rise as high these days
They burn witches at the stake
And when the last of the magic fades
I will go, I will go again
I will find another home or I will die trying
And maybe it's just me, I know
Maybe I just got too old
Or maybe I refuse to grow
But the ghosts here, they can't be wrong
They hear my laments and they always sing along
They say things have got much worse
Greed's a gruesome curse
It's covering the Earth
You can lock yourself inside
You can hid yourself in lies
Or forget what came before
Or start saying your prayers to the god of war