These Fields Are Lurking (Seven Pairs Of Demon Eyes)

(álbum: Where The Corpses Sink Forever - 2012)

There he lies; haunted, hunted, beaten, tortured, hanged and eaten
Encumbered by the past of these seven apparitions

"Where am I?" "Did I just die?" No one in sight
Scanning his surroundings for where they might lie

The Prisoners, one by one, left him traumatized
Now only seven empty stakes pierce a blood red sky

He runs but stumbles, tries to crawl, to flee from this macabre scene
With broken bones, blind and shocked, can't comprehend what he has seen

The wet earth trembles and war winds howl like Wehrmacht-wolves on hungry prowl
"These fields are more than I can see! I cannot take this!"

These fields are lurking as black hail falls like ashen blades
These fields are closing in to bury him with frozen spades

On bitter taste of blood he gags
Dragging on with broken legs to break loose from the horrid stench of burning lives and burning flags

With elbows through the mud he drags himself forward! Forward! "I shall escape this plot. I must! I will!"

The wind lies down and the earth stands still
Black hail fire stings no more
Dear lord above, did I escape that hellish place of gore?

He ends up where it all began
Seven pair of demon eyes
Seven fearsome demon smiles

Trapped in a paranormal chain
Bound to suffer endless warfare, torture, fear and pain

So ends this tale of fates aligned
A prophecy of war entwined into bloody knots that won't unwind
This ominous recording is all that's left behind:

"Sunday, October third, 6 p.m. rain..."