The Cruellest Month - Sol Invictus

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