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