Fertile Fields

(álbum: Ballads From The Revolution - 1998)

Sometimes those simple things won't turn the trick no more
And our self-important dreams they all lie shattered on the floor
Even the proletariat receives his royalty
And as the battle rages on and on I wish it wasn't me

(And it seems so cruel) and it seems so cruel
(The last one breaking up) the last one breaking up
(Until the winter finds it's worth) until the winter finds it's worth
As we glide upon the earth

Now the trees are swept aside by wind and sheets of rain
And the fertile fields once glided have now withered and refrained
She who longs for comfort feels instead a savage thrust
And the ashen sky grows ever darker as dawn gives way to dust

(And it seems so cruel) and it seems so cruel
(The last one breaking up) the last one breaking up
(Until the winter finds it's worth) until the winter finds it's worth
As we set our dogs upon the earth
Feast on the dead until no life remain
Forward towards a pointless end we squander never gain