Down the Years (In the Rain Version) - Sol Invictus

Rulers rule

And foolers fool

How easily

The flock is steered

By hands so fine

Cruel and kind

Hands that point us

Down the years

Down the years

Down the years

Down the years

Down down the years

The power of gold

Or even god above

Awash in blood

In history's mud

With assassins' bullets

And martyrs' spears

Slaying and praying

Down the years

Down the years

Down the years

Down the years

Down down the years

Sex and money

Like birds of prey

Feed on the betrayer

And the betrayed

Time's demon lovers

Go from poison cups

Their lying and plotting

Just got too much

And your paper heroes

They'll turn to dust

Like our knights in armor

They turn to rust

Go hang the scapegoat

Let the masses cheer

Their idiot laughter an anthem

Down the years

Down the years

Down the years

Down the years

Down down the years