Sol Invictus - Abattoirs Of Love | Текст песни

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• Abattoirs Of Love

I put my back against an oak
Thinking it was some trusty tree
But first it bent, and then it broke
As did my false love to me
I put my hand into a bush
Thinking a flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
Leaving the flower behind
Oh meeting is a pleasure and parting is a grief
But an unconstant lover is worse than any thief
The thief will only rob you
And take all that you have saved
But an unconstant lover will drag you to the grave
The grave it will decay you
And turn you into dust
There's not one in a thousand that you can trust
They'll kiss you and they'll court you
And they tell to you more lies
As the hairs upon your head love
As the stars in the skies
So come all you young lovers
A warning take by me
Don't place your affection on a green willow tree
For the leaves they will wither
And the branches will decay
And all your sweet love will soon fade
Away!

We hung upon a hook, cut me to the bone
Froze me with a kiss, laid upon your throne
In the abattoirs of love
In the abattoirs of love
You're in the serpent's jaws, love chains you to the floor
Like fools you climbed so high, it's further then to fall
In the abattoirs of love...
Love's a game (хотя в песнях отчётливо слышится "tomb" - прим. ) for fools, for fools
Love's a game for fools...