Raining in April - Sol Invictus

Join the march to god knows where

Or step aside and stand and stare

Hum a melody to the four winds

As life draws maps upon your skin

Peacocks weep for dying plumes

The sun plots to kill the moon

Rage turns to despair

Goes the way of teeth and hair

Chessmen wring each others necks

Gamblers play with bloodstained decks

The turtle prone on its back

As the savagers attack

What kind of god, if us he made

Would choose us be predator or prey

Not a god of love but a god that’s wrong

And with that I end this song