Believe Me کے بول

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