Sol Invictus - Abattoirs of Love lyrics

I put my back against an oak, thinking it was some trusty tree But first it bent and then it broke, and so did my false love to me I put my hand into a bush, thinking some sweetest flower to find I pricked my finger to the bone, leaving the sweetest flower behind Oh, meeting is a pleasure, and parting is a grief But an unconstant lover is worse than any thief A thief will all but rob you, and take all that you have saved But an unconstant lover will bring you to the grave The grave it will decay you, and turn you into dust There is not one in a thousand that you can trust They'll kiss you and they'll court you, and tell to you more lies As the hairs upon your head, love, all the stars in the skies Come all you, young lovers, a warning take by me Don't place your affection on a green willow tree For the leaves they will wither, the branches will decay And all your poor love will soon fall away For the leaves will wither, the branches will decay And all your poor love will soon fall away We hung upon a hook, cut me to the bone Froze me with a kiss, laid upon the throne In the abattoirs of love In the abattoirs of love You're in the serpent's jaws, love chains you to the floor Like fools you climbed so high, it's further then to fall In the abattoirs of love Love's a tomb for fools, for fools Love's a tomb for fools...