Gods above the heavens
Coming down to throw their tantrums
To those who defy their ruling
Leaving grief behind their whims

Shades down on the planets
Hurting hard equals and siblings
Satyrs roaming woods and forests
Leaving maids half dead behind

If you hear the sirens calling
Flee to search for help and shelter
Riding Trojan horses as if
They were unicorns of love

If you see demons and spirits
Please don't buy their words and tellings
Or you'll end up being a vassal
Living in their dens for good

Whims, whims of Gods
Whims, whims of Gods

The souls will be the cure
For those who got mortal venoms
And their weakness will turn into
Some kind of out-of-this-world strength

And now the Gods come back again
Pretending to be what they are not
Being thus, hard to leave
The maze in which we are lost

If you hear the sirens calling
Flee to search for help and shelter
Riding Trojan horses as if
They were unicorns of love

If you see demons and spirits
Please don't buy their words and tellings
Or you'll end up being a vassal
Living in their dens for good

Whims of Gods that do not love you
You don't need their hateful love
Whims of Gods that kill your future
Leave them be and then move on
Please let them be and just move on

Whims of Gods
Whims, whims of Gods
Whims, whims of Gods
Whims, whims of Gods