Ghost Mice - House of the god of war

Okay I m^C#might be full of hatred but I ^Aain't no god of ^G#war I wil^C#ml pack my bags when I can't ^Atake it anym^G#ore Let them^A come let their towers ^G#rise Let the^Am choke our streets let them^G# block out our skies

I wi^C#mll be so^G# far aw^Aay, I'll^E go Lo^C#moking f^G#or some g^Areener h^Eome D^C#mig a de^G#ep dark ^Adreadful h^Eole An^Ad throw my memories ^G#away An^Ad never will I ever c^G#ome to visit their

g^C#mrave ^{B A G#} C#m B A G# C#m B A G# C#m B A G#

I^C#m was the young adventurer that ^Afound a secret^G# land I^C#m made a map of it on the ^Aback of my^G# hand And the^A days were long and made of ^G#gold The n^Aights held secrets n^G#ewer to be told

Now th^C#me sun doesn'^Bt rise as^A high thes^Ee days And ^C#mthey burn ^Bwitches ^Aat the ^Estake And^C#m when the ^Blast of th^Ae magic ^Efades I wil^Al go, I will go ^G#again I'll^A find another home or I will ^G#die trying

And^C#m maybe ^Bit's just ^Ame I ^C#mknow M^C#maybe I^B just ^Agot too^C#m old M^C#maybe ^BI ref^Aused to ^C#mgrow But the ^Aghosts here can't be ^G#wrong They ^Ahear my laments and they^G# always sing along

T^C#mhings have ^G#got much^A worse G^C#mreed's a g^G#ruesome ^Acurse I^C#mt's coveri^G#ng the e^Aarth

You can ^G#lock yourself i^Anside Or you ca^G#n hide yourself in^A lies Or ^G#forget what came be^Afore Or s^C#mtart sa^G#ying your^A prayer to th^G#e god of^C#m war!