The old gods and the new
Don’t care about your happiness
Not in the way you think
They’ll drown you in despair
While they sit and have a drink
They’ll give you tragedy and strife
Just to build your strength
When your strength has reached a peak
They will leave the strong to crumble
Watch it fail and see you weak
Make your plan
Till the fields
Some years of famine
Some years of yields beyond all measure
The old gods and the new
Don’t care about your discontent
Not in the way that you imagine
They’ll send you seeking treasure
And riches you will find
Then send you searching after love
On a quest for the Divine
Then they’ll rob you of your gains
Shake loose all confidence
No security remains
Every boon that you will find
Will be removed upon the whims
Of the old gods and the new
Stand you there with nothing
Poor and loveless
Destitute of mind
Stand you there without a thing
To call your own
Praying to the new gods and the old
But they’re in a game of checkers
So, you see
You’re on your own
