BELIEVE ME

Sol Invictus / Wakeford

Fields of spears - our creation
For our crimes there'll be damnation
The blood of the past does bathe us
Dead fingers point to blame and claim us

Without love we are lost
Believe me - we are lost
Without love we are dust
Believe me - we are dust

Without love we lose our souls
Mine left long ago
With gods above and gods below

Believe me - believe me

A child is skating on the ice
Like a child playing with a knife
With gods above and gods below
Playing chess for her soul

Chorus

With tears of sorrow tears of rage
They lower her into the grave
Gods above and gods below
Playing catch with her soul

Chorus (repeat)