Fields Of Sorrow

(álbum: Among Beggars And Thieves - 2008)

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 could be lost
Outside the city gates
The peasant army fights on
Towards their imminent doom

Cross the field of sorrow children's souls 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

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