Wretch Lyrics - Fortress - Protest The Hero

Chews the fat with his creator 

Over breakfast in the sunlight 

Through when he says grace, 

When he says grace, he feels enveloped like a shadow 

There are evenings when this decimated world of movement, colour, form, 

Is thin and getting thinner 

When lights are dim and getting dimmer 

when nights are grim and they're only getting, 

Only getting grimmer 

As they barter their boulders and martyr their soldiers, 

Teach a man to tear her fucking head from her goddamn shoulders 

Held into the sun by the threads of her hair, 

They impart a secret hatred from their fathers to their heirs 

Suppressed and unaddressed the simple fact remains unspoken, 

In silence left unbroken, on a bed bound and gagged 

With culture, language, myth and law: our Goddess gave birth to your God 

From a wounded womb where her flesh scarred and raw 

Our Goddess gave birth to your God