Текст песни Four Stations of the Sun - Killing Joke

It was Spring so cold in Easter
I knew the Sun would rise
Allow myself to say my thank yous
New forms of worship come
Midsummer day I sense it
There were gatherings upon the tor
No priests but the crowds were grateful
I was back where I'd been before
I tried denying that a new age has begun
I turn around and see four stations of the sun
Autumn leaves All Hallows evening
We crawled a long way from the grave
Harvest crops and burn a bonfire
At Christmas day we'd all been saved
I tried denying that a new age has begun
I turn around to see four stations of the sun
I tried denying every deity forms one
I turn around and see four stations of the sun
It was Spring so cold in Easter
I knew the sun would rise
Allow myself to say my thank yous
New forms of worship come
I tried denying that a new age has begun
I turn around to see four stations of the sun
I tried denying every deity forms one
I turn around and see four stations of the sun