Believe

They know that she sinned A betrayal they say Her speaking is illegal Even if it is to a priest For they do not believe You see They never learned it at all They killed him that night Not with the stomping on his chest Nor the choking with his robe But with the trample of his crest In the sight nearest home A crucifix in his temple! Forced! with all of their might! They killed him that night In the morning with all of their Crimes blown broad Their sin less the topic Than the sin that they sought The curiosity of the masses Is the sin that I give my thought Their gossip While fruitful Brings a poisoned wrath wrought In the morning with all of their Crimes blown broad Their sin less the topic Than the sin that they sought The curiosity of the masses Is the sin that I give my thought Their gossip While fruitful Brings a poisoned wrath wrought!