Turn Turn Turn - Sol Invictus

The village of the witch

Dancing like a goat in torture

The holy seems to desert us

And God is done in his Heaven

Turn, turn, turn

Turn, turn, turn

Turn, turn, turn

Turn, turn, turn

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Now the city has arisen (Turn, turn, turn)

The villages have packed and gone (Turn, turn, turn)

And London stands victorious (Turn, turn, turn)

Not so the family farm (Turn, turn, turn)

The villages stand empty (Turn, turn, turn)

Yet something choses to remain (Turn, turn, turn)

And though now it’s sleeping (Turn, turn, turn)

Awaits to wake again (Turn, turn, turn)

Those bushes by the station (Turn, turn, turn)

Where only foxes seems to go (Turn, turn, turn)

Oh, the children do not play there (Turn, turn, turn)

Oh, they simply will not go (Turn, turn, turn)

The railway track, a green path (Turn, turn, turn)

Is used not just by trains (Turn, turn, turn)

Those who travel by moonlight (Turn, turn, turn)

Who return before break of day (Turn, turn, turn)

You run ruthless along the foot path (Turn, turn, turn)

The night sky, it starts to burn (Turn, turn, turn)

Then behind you the voices are calling (Turn, turn, turn)

To turn, turn, turn (Turn, turn, turn)