Field Of Sorrow
The memory lingers on
Of the arrival of dawn
They saw the beacon aflame
Burning with sorrow for the lives that would be lost
And the troops went ashore
Sounds of drums filled the air
Towards the city they marched
Called all the young ones, called the old
Summoned the people to stand up and be bold
Fight a superior force
For high society
Sheltered behind the walls
Holding the riches that forever would be lost
Outside the city gates
The peasant army fights on
Towards their imminent doom
Called all the young ones, called the old
Summoned the people to stand up and be bold
Cross the field of sorrow
Children's soul still cry
As an echo from the blackened day
Cross the field of sorrow
There are whispers and sighs
From burning anguish of dismay
From the protection of walls
Beheld the blood stained plains
Reeking of sacrifice's shame
Children and cripples of the battle that was lost
Trembling hands open the gates
For the extortion of fire
As they had nowhere to hide
Called all the young ones, called the old
Summoned the people to stand up and be bold
Fill up the barrels and chests with all your gold
Build me a throne to rest upon
Fear not the fate of the fallen
Hear not the cries of the crows
And so they sailed off with the gold
In the midst of the sea
They were caught by a storm
Both booty and crew's lying deep
Cross the field of sorrow
Children's soul still cry
As an echo from the blackened day
Cross the field of sorrow
There are whispers and sighs
From burning anguish of dismay
Cross the field of sorrow
Children's soul still cry
As an echo from the blackened day
(From the blackened day)
Cross the field of sorrow
There are whispers and sighs
From burning anguish of dismay