White fields
Barren earthWhere 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