As We wade through The fields stained red The servants of war So poorly mislead
Sow the seed War came to sell Watch as the blood Poisons our wells
Watch as our choice Our vengeful vice Will soon bring ashes to fall The dark clouds looming Close overhead The black hate of the gods
Filling our lungs Burning our flesh The penance for gluttony and gall One by one, drowning our young Burning black blood we fall
Slowly, Soft as the wind No louder than the drop of a pin
Robed in, Fabric of the night sky Leading his ethereal steed to my side
Death he was, Come to claim my soul Come to remove me from this blackened world
As for the night, That night held no stars, vacant, empty, this fate was oursTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
