Believe Me

Field of spears: Our creation

And for our crimes there be damnation

The blood of the past, it does bathe us

The fingers point to blame and claim us

And 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

And mine had left long ago

The gods above and the gods below

Believe me, believe me

A child is skating on the ice

Like a child playing with a knife

The gods above and the gods below

Playing chess for her soul

With tears of sorrow, and tears of rage

They lower her into the grave

The gods above and the gods below

Playing catch with her soul