A field of sorrow
The water comes down cold, yet so slow.
No one was gold nor they bold.
Now the village smoulders, cinders of fire fall down.
They called it home, some saw them gone.
The sun may never rise upon it again, ashamed men take the blame.
It is all the same now and again.
Empire come and fall, the winds sqwall.
Walls break upon on the ground, They ride the 4 of doom.
4 horsemen ment to make mans face thier fates.
We hope obtain to immortaility, yet what of morality.
The same men wanting my Meta blood, came with a dark sun.
The tore through a asunder as the dark clouds came in thunder.
I am now alone, so cold like stone.
Nothing to call my own i march upon this field on my own.
I leave tears in the fields of sorrow to let the souls come home
The water comes down cold, yet so slow.
No one was gold nor they bold.
Now the village smoulders, cinders of fire fall down.
They called it home, some saw them gone.
The sun may never rise upon it again, ashamed men take the blame.
It is all the same now and again.
Empire come and fall, the winds sqwall.
Walls break upon on the ground, They ride the 4 of doom.
4 horsemen ment to make mans face thier fates.
We hope obtain to immortaility, yet what of morality.
The same men wanting my Meta blood, came with a dark sun.
The tore through a asunder as the dark clouds came in thunder.
I am now alone, so cold like stone.
Nothing to call my own i march upon this field on my own.
I leave tears in the fields of sorrow to let the souls come home
