Текст песни Sol Invictus The Cruellest Month

This indeed is the cruellest month
With barbed days to tear and hunt
This indeed is the cruellest month
Birth days death days boom and slump
This indeed is the cruellest month
Woodland mist and farewell waves
This indeed is the cruellest month
With hollow laughs and shallow graves
This indeed is the cruellest month
We swap young limbs for bloody stumps
This indeed is the cruellest month
The hiss of snakes and governments