White Fields

On white fields the hate still rages on

Where does its endless force come from?

It runs amok in great greed

When flesh is weak

And desire dark

Hear the sighing of a bleeding world

Hear the sighing of a bleeding world

The howling arrows skim on white fields

Hunting down the prey of night

Cutting sore wounds in many shields

In a dream of life there's (only) death in sight

A crimson snowdrift before us

A rimy forest behind

Life's a prisoner of the underworld

The chasing anger is gaining

Its passage can't be prevented

The stare of the heaven's star is cold

A dimly visible horizon

The northern sky ablaze

A crowd of fate

Roaming in the haze

On the road to doom,

Not victory

The path of gore and frost

We step upon a trail of misery

The howling arrows skim on white fields

Hunting down the prey of night

Cutting sore wounds in many shields

In a dream of life there's (only) death in sight

The howling arrows skim on white fields

Hunting down the prey of night

Cutting sore wounds in many shields

In a dream of life there's (only) death in sight