BARREN EARTH 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